THE  UNIVERSITY" 
OF  ILLINOIS 
LIBRARY 

845V 59 


Digitized  by  the  Internet  Archive 
in  2016 


https://archive.org/details/aroundworldineig00vern_4 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN 
EIGHTY  DAYS 


THE  SCRIBNER  SERIES 
FOR  YOUNG  PEOPLE 

EACH  WITH  ILLUSTRATIONS  IN  COLOR 


THE  MODERN  VIKINGS 
By  H.  H.  Boyesen 

SARA  CREWE,  Or  What  Happened  at  Miss  Minchin’s 

By  Frances  Hodgson  Burnett 
WILL  SHAKESPEARE’S  LITTLE  LAD 
By  Imogen  Clark 

THE  BOY  SCOUT  and  Other  Stories  for  Boys 
STORIES  FOR  BOYS 

By  Richard  Harding  Davis 
EANS  BRINKER,  Or  the  Silver  Skates 
By  Mary  Mapes  Dodge 
THE  HOOSIER  SCHOOL-BOY 
By  Edward  Eggleston 
THE  COURT  OF  KING  ARTHUR 
By  William  Henry  Frost 
WITH  LEE  IN  VIRGINIA 
WITH  WOLFE  IN  CANADA 
REDSKIN  AND  COW-BOY 
By  G.  A.  Henty 
AT  WAR  WITH  PONTIAC 
By  Kirk  Munroe 

TOMMY  TROT’S  VISIT  TO  SANTA  CLAUS  and 
A CAPTURED  SANTA  CLAUS 
By  Thomas  Nelson  Page 
BOYS  OF  ST.  TIMOTHY’S 
By  Arthur  Stanwood  Pier 
KIDNAPPED 
TREASURE  ISLAND 

By  Robert  Louis  Stevenson 
AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 
A JOURNEY  TO  THE  CENTRE  OF  THE  EARTH  "1 
FROM  THE  EARTH  TO  THE  MOON 
TWENTY  THOUSAND  LEAGUES  UNDER  THE  SEA 
By  Jules  Verne 
ON  THE  OLD  KEAiiSARGE 
By  C.  T.  Brady 
THE  BOY  SETTLERS 
THE  BOYS  OF  FAIRPORT 
By  Noah  Brooks 
THE  CONSCRIPT  OF  1813 
By  Erckmann-Ch/  trian 
THE  STEAM-SHOVEL  MAN 
By  R.  D.  Paine 
THE  MOUNTAIN  DIVIDE 
By  Frank  H.  Spearman 
THE  ADVENTURES  OF  A FRESHMAN 
By  J.  L.  Williams 


CHARLES  SCRIBNER’S  .SONS 


..•*  r *■ 

J,:- 


' r-# 


A herd  of  from  ten  to  twelve  thousand  head  block  the  railroad. 


ifroa 


AROUND  THE  WORLD 
IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


BY 

JULES  VERNE 


ILLUSTRATED 


NEW  YORK 

CHARLES  SCRIBNER’S  SONS 
1920 


CONTENTS 


l 

1 9z& 


VaiAPTER 

4 L 

2 n. 
m. 

IV. 

v. 

VL 

VII. 

VIII. 

ix, 


In  which  Phileas  Fogg  and  Passepartout 
Accept  Each  Other,  the  One  as  Master, 
the  Other  as  Man  . . . . 

In  which  Passepartout  is  Convinced  that 
He  has  At  Last  Found  His  Ideal  . 

In  which  a Conversation  Takes  Place 
which  Seems  Likely  to  Cost  Phileas 

Fogg  Dear  

In  which  Phileas  Fogg  Astounds  Passe- 

f , 

partout,  I#s  Servant  

In  which  a New  Species  of  Funds,  Unknown 
to  the  Monied  Men,  Appears  on  ’Change  . 
In  which  Fix,  the  Detective,  Betrays  a 
Very  Natural  Impatience  .... 
Which  Once  More  Demonstrates  the  Use- 
lessness of  Passports  as  Aids  to  De- 
tectives   

In  which  Passepartout  Talks  Rather  More, 
Perhaps,  than  is  Prudent  .... 
In  which  the  Red  Sea  and  the  Indian 
Ocean  Prove  Propitious  to  the  Designs  of 

Phileas  Fogg 

In  which  Passepartout  is  Only  Too  Glad 
to  Get  off  with  the  Loss  of  His  Shoes  . 
In  which  Phileas  Fogg  Secures  a Curious 
Means  op  Conveyance  at  a Fabulous 
Price  


PaGK 

I 

s 

13 

n 

29 

34 

41 

46 

52 

60 


67 


VI 


CONTENTS. 


CHAPTER  PAGE 

XII.  In  which  Phileas  Fogg  and  His  Companions 
Venture  Across  the  Indian  Forests,  and 
What  Ensued 79 


XIII.  In  which  Passepartout  Receives  a New 

Proof  that  Fortune  Favours  the  Brave  . 89 

XIV.  In  which  Phileas  Fogg  Descends  the  Whole 

Length  of  the  Beautiful  Valley  of  the 
Ganges,  without  ever  Thinking  of  See- 
ing it 99 

XV.  In  which  the  Bag  of  Bank-notes  Disgorges 

Some  Thousands  of  Pounds  More  . .108 

XVI.  In  which  Fix  Does  Not  Seem  to  Under- 
stand in  the  Least  What  is  Said  to  Him  118 

XVII.  Showing  what  Happened  on  the  Voyage 

from  Singapore  to  Hong  Kong  . . .126 

XVIII.  In  which  Phileas  Fogg,  Passepartout,  and 

Fix  Go  Each  About  His  Business  . *135 

XIX.  In  which  Passepartout  Takes  a Too  Great 
Interest  in  His  Master,  and  What  Comes 

of  it 142 

XX.  In  which  Fix  Comes  Face  to  Face  with 

Phileas  Fogg 153 

XXI.  In  which  the  Master  of  the  “Tankadere” 

Runs  Great  Risk  of  Losing  a Reward  of 

Two  Hundred  Pounds 162' 

XXII.  In  which  Passepartout  Finds  Out  That, 

Even  at  the  Antipodes,  it  is  Convenient 
to  Have  Some  Money  in  One’s  Pocket  . 174 

XXIII.  In  which  Passepartout’s  Nose  Becomes 

Outrageously  Long 184 

XXIV.  During  which  Mr.  Fogg  and  Party  Cross 

the  Pacific  Ocean 194 

XXV.  In  which  a Slight  Glimpse  is  Had  of  San 

Francisco 203 


CONTENTS. 


Vll 


CHAPTER 

XXVI. 

XXVII. 

XXVIII. 

XXIX. 

XXX. 

XXXI. 

XXXII. 

XXXIII. 

XXXIV. 

XXXV. 

XXXVI. 

XXXVII. 


In  which  Phileas  Fogg  and  Party  Travel 
by  the  Pacific  Railroad  .... 
In  which  Passepartout  Undergoes,  at  a 
Speed  of  Twenty  Miles  an  Hour,  a 
Course  of  Mormon  History 
In  which  Passepartout  Does  Not  Succeed 
in  Making  Anybody  Listen  to  Reason  . 
In  which  Certain  Incidents  are  Narrated 
Which  Are  Only  to  be  Met  With  on 
American  Railroads 

In  which  Phileas  Fogg  Simply  Does  His 

Duty 

JlN  which  Fix  the  Detective  Considerably 
Furthers  the  Interests  of  Phileas  Fogg 
In  which  Phileas  Fogg  Engages  in  a Direct 
Struggle  With  Bad  Fortune 
In  which  Phileas  Fogg  Shows  Himself 
Equal  to  the  Occasion  .... 
In  which  Phileas  Fogg  at  Last  Reaches 

London  

In  which  Phileas  Fogg  Does  Not  Have 
to  Repeat  His  Orders  to  Passepartout 

Twice 

In  which  Phileas  Fogg’s  Name  is  Once 
More  at  a Premium  on  ’Change 
In  which  it  is  Shown  that  Phileas  Fogg 
Gained  Nothing  by  His  Journey  Around 
the  World,  Unless  it  Were  Happiness  . 


PAGE 

213 

221 

23O 

242 

252 

263 

272 

278 

29O 

295 

304 

310 


ILLUSTRATIONS 


A herd  of  from  ten  to  twelve  thousand  head 

block  the  railroad Frontispiece 

FACING  PAGE 

Passepartout,  not  at  all  frightened 102 

If  Fix  had  not,  devotedly,  received  the  blow. . 206 

The  travellers,  pressed  against  one  another..  262 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN 
EIGHTY  DAYS 


CHAPTER  I 

IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  AND  PASSEPARTOUT  AC- 
CEPT EACH  OTHER,  THE  ONE  AS  MASTER,  THE 
OTHER  AS  MAN 

Mr.  Phileas  Fogg  lived,  in  1872,  at  No.  7,  Saville 
Row,  Burlington  Gardens,  the  house  in  which  Sher- 
idan died  in  1814.  He  was  one  of  the  most  noticeable 
members  of  the  Reform  Club,  though  he  seemed 
always  to  avoid  attracting  attention;  an  enigmatical 
personage,  about  whom  little  was  known,  except  that 
he  was  a polished  man  of  the  world.  People  said  that 
he  resembled  Byron, — at  least  that  his  head  was 
Byronic;  but  he  was  a bearded,  tranquil  Byron,  who 
might  live  on  a thousand  years  without  growing  old. 

Certainly  an  Englishman  it  was  more  doubtful 
whether  Phileas  Fogg  was  a Londoner.  He  was  < 
never  seen  on  'Change,  nor  at  the  Bank,  nor  in  the 
counting-rooms  of  the  “ City ; ” no  ships  ever  came 
into  London  docks  of  which  he  was  the  owner ; he  had 
no  public  employment;  he  had  never  been  entered  at 


2 AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


any  of  the  Inns  of  Court,  either  at  the  Temple,  or 
Lincoln’s  Inn,  or  Gray’s  Inn ; nor  had  his  voice  ever 
resounded  in  the  Court  of  Chancery,  or  in  the  Ex- 
chequer, or  the  Queen’s  Bench,  or  the  Ecclesiastical 
Courts.  He  certainly  was  not  a manufacturer;  nor 
was  he  a merchant  or  a gentleman  farmer.  His  name 
was  strange  to  the  scientific  and  learned  societies,  and 
he  never  was  known  to  take  part  in  the  sage  deliber- 
ations of  the  Royal  Institution  or  the  London  Insti- 
tution, the  Artisan’s  Association  or  the  Institution  of 
Arts  and  Sciences.  He  belonged,  in  fact,  to  none  of 
the  numerous  societies  which  swarm  in  the  English 
capital,  from  the  Harmonic  to  that  of  the  Entomolo- 
gists, founded  mainly  for  the  purpose  of  abolishing 
pernicious  insects. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  a member  of  the  Reform,  and 
that  was  all. 

The  way  in  which  he  got  admission  to  this  exclu- 
sive club  was  simple  enough. 

He  was  recommended  by  the  Barings,  with  whom 
he  had  an  open  credit.  His  checks  were  regularly 
paid  at  sight  from  his  account  current,  which  was 
always  flush. 

Was  Phileas  Fogg  rich?  Undoubtedly.  But  those 
who  knew  him  best  could  not  imagine  how  he  had 
made  his  fortune,  and  Mr.  Fogg  was  the  last  person 
to  whom  to  apply  for  the  information.  Pie  was  not 
lavish,  nor,  on  the  contrary,  avaricious;  for  when- 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  3 


ever  he  knew  that  money  was  needed  for  a noble, 
useful,  or  benevolent  purpose,  he  supplied  it  quietly, 
and  sometimes  anonymously.  He  was,  in  short,  the 
least  communicative  of  men.  He  talked  very  little, 
and  seemed  all  the  more  mysterious  for  his  taciturn 
manner.  His  daily  habits  were  quite  open  to  obser- 
vation ; but  whatever  he  did  was  so  exactly  the  same 
thing  that  he  had  always  done  before,  that  the  wits  of 
the  curious  were  fairly  puzzled. 

Had  he  travelled  ? It  was  likely,  for  no  one 
seemed  to  know  the  world  more  familiarly ; there  was 
no  spot  so  secluded  that  he  did  not  appear  to  have  an 
intimate  acquaintance  with  it.  He  often  corrected, 
with  a few  clear  words,  the  thousand  conjectures  ad- 
vanced by  members  of  the  club  as  to  lost  and  unheard- 
of  travellers,  pointing  out  the  true  probabilities,  and 
seeming  as  if  gifted  with  a sort  of  second  sight,  so 
often  did  events  justify  his  predictions.  He  must 
have  travelled  everywhere,  at  least  in  the  spirit. 

It  was  at  least  certain  that  Phileas  Fogg  had  not 
absented  himself  from  London  for  many  years.  Those 
who  were  honoured  by  a better  acquaintance  with 
him  than  the  rest,  declared  that  nobody  could  pretend 
to  have  ever  seen  him  anywhere  else.  His  sole  pas- 
times were  reading  the  papers  and  playing  whist.  He 
often  won  at  this  game,  which,  as  a silent  one,  har- 
monized with  his  nature ; but  his  winnings  never  went 
into  his  purse,  being  reserved  as  a fund  for  his  char- 


4 AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


ities.  Mr.  Fogg  played,  not  to  win,  but  for  the  sake 
of  playing.  The  game  was  in  his  eyes  a contest,  a 
struggle  with  a difficulty,  yet  a motionless,  unweary- 
ing struggle,  congenial  to  his  tastes. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  not  known  to  have  either  wife  or 
children,  which  may  happen  to  the  most  honest  peo- 
ple ; either  relatives  or  near  friends,  which  is  certainly 
more  unusual.  He  lived  alone  in  his  house  in  Saville 
Row,  whither  none  penetrated.  A single  domestic 
sufficed  to  serve  him.  He  breakfasted  and  dined  at 
the  club,  at  hours  mathematically  fixed,  in  the  same 
room,  at  the  same  table,  never  taking  his  meals  with 
other  members,  much  less  bringing  a guest  with 
him;  and  went  home  at  exactly  midnight,  only  to  re- 
tire at  once  to  bed.  He  never  used  the  cosy  chambers 
which  the  Reform  provides  for  its  favoured  members. 
He  passed  ten  hours  out  of  the  twenty-four  in  Saville 
Row,  either  in  sleeping  or  making  his  toilet.  When 
he  chose  to  take  a walk,  it  was  with  a regular  step  in 
the  entrance  hall  with  its  mosaic  flooring,  or  in  the 
circular  gallery  with  its  dome  supported  by  twenty 
red  porphyry  Ionic  columns,  and  illumined  by  blue 
painted  windows.  When  he  breakfasted  or  dined,  all 
the  resources  of  the  club — its  kitchens  and  pantries, 
its  buttery  and  dairy — aided  to  crowd  his  table  with 
their  most  succulent  stores;  he  was  served  by  the 
gravest  waiters,  in  dress  coats,  and  shoes  with  swan- 
skin soles,  who  proffered  the  viands  in  special  por- 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  5 


celain,  and  on  the  finest  linen ; club  decanters,  of  a lost 
mould,  contained  his  sherry,  his  port,  and  his  cinna- 
mon-spiced claret;  while  his  beverages  were  refresh- 
ingly cooled  with  ice,  brought  at  great  cost  from  the 
American  lakes. 

If  to  live  in  this  style  is  to  be  eccentric,  it  must  be 
confessed  that  there  is  something  good  in  eccen- 
tricity ! 

The  mansion  in  Saville  Row,  though  not  sumptu- 
ous, was  exceedingly  comfortable.  The  habits  of  its 
occupant  were  such  as  to  demand  but  little  from  the 
sole  domestic;  but  Phileas  Fogg  required  him  to  be 
almost  superhumanly  prompt  and  regular.  On  this 
very  2d  of  October  he  had  dismissed  James  Forster, 
because  that  luckless  youth  had  brought  him  shaving 
water  at  eighty-four  degrees  Fahrenheit  instead  of 
eighty-six;  and  he  was  awaiting  his  successor,  who 
was  due  at  the  house  between  eleven  and  half-past. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  seated  squarely  in  his  arm-chair, 
his  feet  close  together  like  those  of  a grenadier  on 
parade,  his  hands  resting  on  his  knees,  his  body 
straight,  his  head  erect;  he  was  steadily  watching  a 
complicated  clock  which  indicated  the  hours,  the 
minutes,  the  seconds,  the  days,  the  months,  and  the 
years.  At  exactly  half-past  eleven  Mr.  Fogg  would, 
according  to  his  daily  habit,  quit  Saville  Row,  and 
repair  to  the  Reform. 

A rap  at  this  moment  sounded  on  the  door  of  the 


6 AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


cosy  apartment  where  Phileas  Fogg  was  seated,  and 
James  Forster,  the  dismissed  servant,  appeared. 

“ The  new  servant,”  said  he. 

A young  man  of  thirty  advanced  and  bowed. 

“ You  are  a Frenchman,  I believe,”  asked  Phileas 
Fogg,  “and  your  name  is  John?” 

“Jean,  if  monsieur  pleases,”  replied  the  new-comer, 
“ Jean  Passepartout,  a surname  which  has  clung  to 
me  because  I have  a natural  aptness  for  going  out  of 
one  business  into  another.  I believe  Pm  honest, 
monsieur,  but,  to  be  outspoken,  Fve  had  several  trades. 
Fve  been  an  itinerant  singer,  a circus-rider,  when  I 
used  to  vault  like  Leotard,  and  dance  on  a rope  like 
Blondin.  Then  I got  to  be  a professor  of  gymnastics, 
so  as  to  make  better  use  of  my  talents;  arid  then  I 
was  a sergeant  fireman  at  Paris,  and  assisted  at  many 
a big  fire.  But  I quitted  France  five  years  ago,  and, 
wishing  to  taste  the  sweets  of  domestic  life,  took 
service  as  a valet  here  in  England.  Finding  myself 
out  of  place,  and  hearing  that  Monsieur  Phileas  Fogg 
was  the  most  exact  and  settled  gentleman  in  the 
United  Kingdom,  I have  come  to  monsieur  in  the 
hope  of  living  with  him  a tranquil  life,  and  forgetting 
even  the  name  of  Passepartout.” 

“ Passepartout  suits  me,”  responded  Mr.  Fogg. 
“ You  are  well  recommended  to  me ; I hear  a good 
report  of  you.  You  know  my  conditions?  ” 

“ Yes,  monsieur.” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  7 


“ Good.  What  time  is  it  ? ” 

“ Twenty-two  minutes  after  eleven,”  returned 
Passepartout,  drawing  an  enormous  silver  watch  from 
the  depths  of  his  pocket. 

“ You  are  too  slow,”  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ Pardon  me,  monsieur,  it  is  impossible ” 

“You  are  four  minutes  too  slow.  No  matter;  it’s 
enough  to  mention  the  error.  Now  from  this 
moment,  twenty-nine  minutes  after  eleven,  a.m.,  this 
Wednesday,  October  2nd,  you  are  in  my  service.” 

Phileas  Fogg  got  up,  took  his  hat  in  his  left  hand, 
put  it  on  his  head  with  an  automatic  motion,  and  went 
off  without  a word. 

Passepartout  heard  the  street  door  shut  once ; 
it  was  his  new  master  going  out.  He  heard  it  shut 
again;  it  was  his  predecessor,  James  Forster,  depart- 
ing in  his  turn.  Passepartout  remained  alone  in  the 
house  in  Saville  Row. 


CHAPTER  II 


IN  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT  IS  CONVINCED  THAT  HE 
HAS  AT  LAST  FOUND  HIS  IDEAL 

“ Faith,”  muttered  Passepartout,  somewhat  flur- 
ried, “ Ive  seen  people  at  Madame  Tussaud’s  as  lively 
as  my  new  master ! ” 

Madame  Tussaud’s  “people,”  let  it  be  said,  are  of 
wax,  and  are  much  visited  in  London;  speech  is  all 
that  is  wanting  to  make  them  human. 

During  his  brief  interview  with  Mr.  Fogg,  Passe- 
partout had  been  carefully  observing  him.  He 
appeared  to  be  a man  about  forty  years  of  age,  with 
fine,  handsome  features,  and  a tall,  well-shaped  figure; 
his  hair  and  whiskers  were  light,  his  forehead  com- 
pact and  unwrinkled,  his  face  rather  pale,  his  teeth 
magnificent.  His  countenance  possessed  in  the  high- 
est degree  what  physiognomists  call  “ repose  in 
action,”  a quality  of  those  who  act  rather  than  talk. 
Calm  and  phlegmatic,  with  a clear  eye,  Mr.  Fogg 
seemed  a perfect  type  of  that  English  composure 
which  Angelica  Kauffmann  has  so  skillfully  repre- 
sented on  canvas.  Seen  in  the  various  phases  of  his 
daily  life,  he  gave  the  idea  of  being  perfectly  well- 
balanced,  as  exactly  regulated  as  a Leroy  chronometer. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  9 


Phileas  Fogg  was,  indeed,  exactitude  personified,  and 
this  was  betrayed  even  in  the  expression  of  his  very 
hands  and  feet;  for  in  men,  as  well  as  in  animals,  the 
limbs  themselves  are  expressive  of  the  passion*2. 

Fie  was  so  exact  that  he  was  never  in  a hurry,  was 
always  ready,  and  was  economical  alike  of  his  steps 
and  his  motions.  He  never  took  one  step  too  many, 
and  always  went  to  his  destination  by  the  shortest  cut ; 
he  made  no  superfluous  gestures,  and  was  never  seen 
to  be  moved  or  agitated.  He  was  the  most  deliberate 
person  in  the  world,  yet  always  reached  his  destina- 
tion at  the  exact  moment. 

He  lived  alone,  and  so  to  speak,  outside  of  every 
social  relation;  and  as  he  knew  that  in  this  world 
account  must  be  taken  of  friction,  and  that  friction 
retards,  he  never  rubbed  against  anybody. 

As  for  Passepartout,  he  was  a true  Parisian  of 
Paris.  Since  he  had  abandoned  his  own  country  for 
England,  taking  service  as  a valet,  he  had  in  vain 
searched  for  a master  after  his  own  heart.  Passe- 
partout was  by  no  means  one  of  those  pert  dunces 
depicted  by  Moliere,  with  a bold  gaze  and  a nose  held 
high  in  the  air;  he  was  an  honest  fellow,  with  a 
pleasant  face,  lips  a trifle  protruding,  soft-mannered 
and  serviceable,  with  a good  round  head,  such  as  one 
likes  to  see  on  the  shoulders  of  a friend.  His  eyes 
were  blue,  his  complexion  rubicund,  his  figure  almost 
portly  and  well  built,  his  body  muscular,  and  his 


10  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


physical  powers  fully  developed  by  the  exercises  of 
his  younger  days.  His  brown  hair  was  somewhat 
tumbled;  for  while  the  ancient  sculptors  are  said  to 
have  known  eighteen  methods  of  arranging  Minerva’s 
tresses,  Passepartout  was  familiar  with  but  one  of 
dressing  his  own : three  strokes  of  a large-tooth  comb 
completed  his  toilet. 

It  would  be  rash  to  predict  how  Passepartout’s 
lively  nature  would  agree  with  Mr.  Fogg.  It  was 
impossible  to  tell  whether  the  new  servant  would 
turn  out  as  absolutely  methodical  as  his  master 
required;  experience  alone  could  solve  the  question. 
Passepartout  had  been  a sort  of  vagrant  in  his  early 
years,  and  now  yearned  for  repose ; but  so  far  he  had 
failed  to  find  it,  though  he  had  already  served  in  ten 
English  houses.  But  he  could  not  take  root  in  any  of 
these ; with  chagrin  he  found  his  masters  invari- 
ably whimsical  and  irregular,  constantly  running 
about  the  country,  or  on  the  look-out  for  adventure. 
His  last  master,  young  Lord  Longferry,  Member  of 
Parliament,  after  passing  his  nights  in  the  Haymarket 
taverns,  was  too  often  brought  hame  in  the  morning 
on  policemen’s  shoulders.  Passepartout,  desirous  of 
respecting  the  gentleman  whom  he  served,  ventured  a 
mild  remonstrance  on  such  conduct;  which  being  ill 
received,  he  took  his  leave.  Hearing  that  Mr.  Phileas 
Fogg  was  looking  for  a servant,  and  that  his  life  was 
one  of  unbroken  regularity,  that  he  neither  travelled 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  n 


nor  stayed  from  home  overnight,  he  felt  sure  that  this 
would  be  the  place  he  was  after.  He  presented  him- 
self, and  was  accepted,  as  has  been  seen. 

At  half-past  eleven,  then,  Passepartout  found  him- 
self alone  in  the  house  in  Saville  Row.  He  began  its 
inspection  without  delay,  scouring  it  from  cellar  to 
garret.  So  clean,  well-arranged,  solemn  a mansion 
pleased  him;  it  seemed  to  him  like  a snail’s  shell, 
lighted  and  warmed  by  gas,  which  sufficed  for  both 
these  purposes.  When  Passepartout  reached  the 
second  story,  he  recognized  at  once  the  room  which 
he  was  to  inhabit,  and  he  was  well  satisfied  with  it. 
Electric  bells  and  speaking-tubes  afforded  communi- 
cation with  the  lower  stories;  while  on  the  mantel 
stood  an  electric  clock,  precisely  like  that  in  Mr. 
Fogg’s  bedchamber,  both  beating  the  same  second  at 
the  same  instant.  “ That’s  good,  that’ll  do,”  said 
Passepartout  to  himself. 

He  suddenly  observed,  hung  over  the  clock,  a card 
which,  upon  inspection,  proved  to  be  a programme  of 
the  daily  routine  of  the  house.  It  comprised  all  that 
was  required  of  the  servant,  from  eight  in  the  morn- 
ing, exactly  at  which  hour  Phileas  Fogg  rose,  till 
half-past  eleven,  when  he  left  the  house  for  the 
Reform  Club, — all  the  details  of  service,  the  tea  and 
toast  at.  twenty-three  minutes  past  eight,  the  shaving- 
water  at  thirty-seven  minutes  past  nine,  and  the  toilet 
at  twenty  minutes  before  ten.  Everything  was  r eg- 


12  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


ulated  and  foreseen  that  was  to  be  done  from  half- 
past eleven  a.m.  till  midnight,  the  hour  at  which  the 
methodical  gentleman  retired. 

Mr.  Fogg’s  wardrobe  was  amply  supplied  and  in  the 
best  taste.  Each  pair  of  trousers,  coat,  and  vest  bore 
a number,  indicating  the  time  of  year  and  season  at 
which  they  were  in  turn  to  be  laid  out  for  wearing; 
and  the  same  system  was  applied  to  the  master’s  shoes. 
In  short,  the  house  in  Saville  Row,  which  must  have 
been  a very  temple  of  disorder  and  unrest  under  the 
illustrious  but  dissipated  Sheridan,  was  cosiness,  com- 
fort, and  method  idealized.  There  was  no  studjr,  nor 
were  there  books,  which  would  have  been  quite  use- 
less to  Mr.  Fogg;  for  at  the  Reform  two  libraries,  one 
of  general  literature  and  the  other  of  law  and  politics, 
were  at  his  service.  A moderate-sized  safe  stood  in 
his  bedroom,  constructed  so  as  to  defy  fire  as  well  as 
burglars ; but  Passepartout  found  neither  arms  nor 
hunting  weapons  anywhere;  everything  betrayed  the 
most  tranquil  and  peaceable  habits. 

Having  scrutinized  the  house  from  top  to  bottom, 
he  rubbed  his  hands,  a broad  smile  overspread  his 
features,  and  he  said  joyfully,  “ This  is  just  wliat  I 
wanted ! Ah,  we  shall  get  on  together,  Mr.  Fogg  and 
I!  What  a domestic  and  regular  gentleman!  A real 
machine ; well,  I don’t  mind  serving  a machine.” 


CHAPTER  III 


IN  WHICH  A CONVERSATION  TAKES  PLACE  WHICH 
SEEMS  LIKELY  TO  COST  PHILEAS  FOGG  DEAR 

Phileas  Fogg,  having  shut  the  door  of  his  house 
at  half-past  eleven,  and  having  put  his  right  foot 
before  his  left  five  hundred  and  seventy-five  times, 
and  his  left  foot  before  his  right  five  hundred  and 
seventy-six  times,  reached  the  Reform  Club,  an  impos- 
ing edifice  in  Pall  Mall,  which  could  not  have  cost 
less  than  three  millions.  He  repaired  at  once  to  the 
dining-room,  the  nine  windows  of  which  open  upon 
a tasteful  garden,  where  the  trees  were  already  gilded 
with  an  autumn  colouring;  and  took  his  place  at  the 
habitual  table,  the  cover  of  which  had  already  been 
laid  for  him.  His  breakfast  consisted  of  a side-dish, 
a broiled  fish  with  Reading  sauce,  a scarlet  slice  of 
roast  beef  garnished  with  mushrooms,  a rhubarb  and 
gooseberry  tart,  and  a morsel  of  Cheshire  cheese,  the 
whole  being  washed  down  with  several  cups  of  tea,  for 
which  the  Reform  is  famous.  He  rose  at  thirteen 
minutes  to  one,  and  directed  his  steps  towards  the 
large  hall,  a sumptuous  apartment  adorned  with  lav- 
ishly-framed paintings.  A flunkey  handed  him  an 


14  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


uncut  Times,  which  he  proceeded  to  cut  with  a skill 
which  betrayed  familiarity  with  this  delicate  opera- 
tion. The  perusal  of  this  paper  absorbed  Phileas 
Fogg  until  a quarter  before  four,  whilst  the  Standard, 
his  next  task,  occupied  him  till  the  dinner  hour.  Din- 
ner passed  as  breakfast  had  done,  and  Mr.  Fogg 
reappeared  in  the  reading-room  and  sat  down  to  the 
Pall  Mall  at  twenty  minutes  before  six.  Half  an 
hour  later  several  members  of  the  Reform  came  in 
and  drew  up  to  the  fireplace,  where  a coal  fire  was 
steadily  burning.  They  were  Mr.  Fogg’s  usual  part- 
ners at  whist:  Andrew  Stuart,  an  engineer;  John 
Sullivan  and  Samuel  Fallentin,  bankers;  Thomas 
Flanagan,  a brewer;  and  Gauthier  Ralph,  one  of  the 
Directors  of  the  Bank  of  England; — all  rich  and 
highly  respectable  personages,  even  in  a club  which 
comprises  the  princes  of  English  trade  and  finance. 

“ Well,  Ralph,”  said  Thomas  Flanagan,  “ what 
about  that  robbery?” 

“ Oh,”  replied  Stuart,  “ the  bank  will  lose  the 
money.” 

“ On  the  contrary,”  broke  in  Ralph,  “ I hope  we 
may  put  our  hands  on  the  robber.  Skillful  detectives 
have  been  sent  to  all  the  principal  ports  of  America 
and  the  Continent,  and  he’ll  be  a clever  fellow  if  he 
slips  through  their  fingers.” 

“ But  have  you  got  the  robber’s  description  ? ” asked 
Stuart. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  15 


“ In  the  first  place,  he  is  no  robber  at  all,”  returned 
Ralph,  positively. 

“ What ! a fellow  who  makes  off  with  fifty-five 
thousand  pounds,  no  robber?  ” 

“ No.” 

“ Perhaps  he’s  a manufacturer,  then.” 

" The  Daily  Telegraph  says  that  he  is  a gentleman.” 
It  was  Phileas  Fogg,  whose  head  now  emerged  from 
behind  his  newspapers,  who  made  this  remark.  He 
bowed  to  his  friends,  and  entered  into  the  conversa- 
tion. The  affair  which  formed  its  subject,  and  which 
was  town  talk,  had  occurred  three  days  before  at  the 
Bank  of  England.  A package  of  bank-notes,  to  the 
value  of  fifty-five  thousand  pounds,  had  been  taken 
from  the  principal  cashier’s  table,  that  functionary 
being  at  the  moment  engaged  in  registering  the 
receipt  of  three  shillings  and  sixpence.  Of  course  he 
could  not  have  his  eyes  everywhere.  Let  it  be 
observed  that  the  Bank  of  England  reposes  a touch- 
ing confidence  in  the  honesty  of  the  public.  There  are 
neither  guards  nor  gratings  to  protect  its  treasures; 
gold,  silver,  bank  notes  are  freely  exposed,  at  the 
mercy  of  the  first  comer.  A keen  observer  of 
English  customs  relates  that,  being  in  one  of  the 
rooms  of  the  Bank  one  day,  he  had  the  curiosity  to 
examine  a gold  ingot  weighing  some  seven  or  eight 
pounds.  He  took  it  up,  scrutinized  it,  passed  it  to 
his  neighbour,  he  to  the  next  man,  and  so  on  until 


16  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


the  ingot,  going  from  hand  to  hand,  was  transferred 
to  the  end  of  a dark  entry;  nor  did  it  return  to  its 
place  for  half  an  hour.  Meanwhile,  the  cashier  had 
not  so  much  as  raised  his  head.  But  in  the  present 
instance  things  had  not  gone  so  smoothly.  The 
package  of  notes  not  being  found  when  five  o’clock 
sounded  from  the  ponderous  clock  in  the  “ drawing 
office/’  the  amount  was  passed  to  the  account  of  profit 
and  loss.  As  soon  as  the  robbery  was  discovered, 
picked  detectives  hastened  off  to  Liverpool,  Glasgow, 
Havre,  Suez,  Brindisi,  New  York,  and  other  ports, 
inspired  by  the  proffered  reward  of  two  thousand 
pounds,  and  five  per  cent,  on  the  sum  that  might  be 
recovered.  Detectives  were  also  charged  with  nar- 
rowly watching  those  who  arrived  at  or  left  London 
by  rail,  and  a judicial  examination  was  at  once 
entered  upon. 

There  were  real  grounds  for  supposing,  as  the 
Daily  Telegraph  said,  that  the  thief  did  not  belong  to 
a professional  band.  On  the  day  of  the  robbery  a 
well-dressed  gentleman  of  polished  manners,  and 
with  a well-to-do  air,  had  been  observed  going  to 
and  fro  in  the  paying-room,  where  the  crime  was 
committed.  A description  of  him  was  easily  procured 
and  sent  to  the  detectives ; and  some  hopeful  spirits,  of 
whom  Ralph  was  one,  did  not  despair  of  his  appre- 
hension. The  papers  and  clubs  were  full  of  the 
affair,  and  everywhere  people  were  discussing  the 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  17 


probabilities  of  a successful  pursuit;  and  the  Reform 
Club  was  especially  agitated,  several  of  its  members 
being  Bank  officials. 

Ralph  would  not  concede  that  the  work  of  the 
detectives  was  likely  to  be  in  vain,  for  he  thought 
that  the  prize  offered  would  greatly  stimulate  their 
zeal  and  activity.  But  Stuart  was  far  from  sharing 
this  confidence;  and  as  they  placed  themselves  at  the 
whist-table,  they  continued  to  argue  the  matter. 
Stuart  and  Flanagan  played  together,  while  Phileas 
Fogg  had  Fallentin  for  his  partner.  As  the  game  pro- 
ceeded the  conversation  ceased,  excepting  between  the 
rubbers,  when  it  revived  again. 

“ I maintain,”  said  Stuart,  “ that  the  chances  are 
in  favour  of  the  thief,  who  must  be  a shrewd  fellow.” 

“Well,  but  where  can  he  fly  to?”  asked  Ralph. 
u No  country  is  safe  for  him.” 

“ Pshaw!” 

“ Where  could  he  go,  then  ? 99 

“ Oh,  I don’t  know  that.  The  world  is  big 
enough.” 

“ It  was  once,”  said  Phileas  Fogg,  in  a low  tone. 
“ Cut,  sir,”  he  added,  handing  the  cards  to  Thomas 
Flanagan, 

The  discussion  fell  during  the  rubber,  after  which 
Stuart  took  up  its  thread. 

“ What  do  you  mean  by  ‘ once  ’ ? Has  the  world 
grown  smaller?” 


18  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ Certainly,”  returned  Ralph.  “ I agree  with  Mr. 
Fogg.  The  world  has  grown  smaller,  since  a man 
can  now  go  round  it  ten  times  more  quickly  than  a 
hundred  years  ago.  And  that  is  why  the  search  for 
this  thief  will  be  more  likely  to  succeed.” 

“ And  also  why  the  thief  can  get  away  more 
easily.” 

“ Be  so  good  as  to  play,  Mr.  Stuart,”  said  Phileas 
Fogg. 

But  the  incredulous  Stuart  was  not  convinced,  and 
when  the  hand  was  finished,  said  eagerly : “ You  have 
a strange  way,  Ralph,  of  proving  that  the  world  has 
grown  smaller.  So,  because  you  can  go  round  it  in 
three  months — ” 

“ In  eighty  days,”  interrupted  Phileas  Fogg. 

“ That  is  true,  gentlemen,”  added  John  Sullivan. 
“ Only  eighty  days,  now  that  the  section  between 
Rothal  and  Allahabad,  on  the  Great  Indian  Peninsula 
Railway,  has  been  opened.  Plere  is  the  estimate  made 
by  the  Daily  Telegraph : — 

From  London  to  Suez  via  Mont  Cenis 
and  Brindisi,  by  rail  and  steamboats  7 days. 
From  Suez  to  Bombay,  by  steamer  . 13  ” 

From  Bombay  to  Calcutta,  by  rail  . 3 99 

From  Calcutta  to  Hong  Kong,  by 

steamer  ....  13  M 

From  Hong  Kong  to  Yokohama 
(Japan),  by  steamer 


6 


% 

AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  19 

From  Yokohama  to  San  Franciso,  b}' 

steamer 22  days. 

From  San  Francisco  to  New  York,  by 

rail 7 ” 

From  New  York  to  London,  by 

steamer  and  rail 9 ” 

Total  ...  80  days. 

“ Yes,  in  eighty  days ! ” exclaimed  Stuart,  who  in 

his  excitement  made  a false  deal.  “ But  that  doesn’t 
take  into  account  bad  weather,  contrary  winds,  ship- 
wrecks, railway  accidents,  and  so  on.” 

“ All  included,”  returned  Phileas  Fogg,  continuing 
to  play  despite  the  discussion. 

“ But  suppose  the  Hindoos  or  Indians  pull  up  the 
rails,”  replied  Stuart ; “ suppose  they  stop  the  trains, 
pillage  the  luggage-vans,  and  scalp  the  passengers ! ” 
“ All  included,”  calmly  retorted  Fogg:  adding,  as  he 
threw  down  the  cards,  “ Two  trumps.” 

Stuart,  whose  turn  it  was  to  deal,  gathered  them 
up,  and  went  on:  “ You  are  right  theoretically,  Mr. 
Fogg,  but  practically — ” 

“ Practically  also,  Mr.  Stuart.” 

“ I’d  like  to  see  you  do  it  in  eighty  days.” 

“ It  depends  on  you.  Shall  we  go  ? ” 

“ Heaven  preserve  me  1 But  I would  wager  four 
thousand  pounds  that  such  a journey,  made  under 
these  conditions,  is  impossible.” 


go  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“Quite  possible,  on  the  contrary,”  returned  Mr. 
Fogg. 

“Well,  make  it,  then!” 

“The  journey  round  the  world  in  eighty  days?” 

“ Yes.” 

“ I should  like  nothing  better.” 

“When?” 

“ At  once.  Only  I warn  you  that  I shall  do  it  at 
our  expense.” 

“ It’s  absurd ! ” cried  Stuart,  who  was  beginning  to 
be  annoyed  at  the  persistency  of  his  friend.  “ Come, 
let’s  go  on  with  the  game.” 

“ Deal  over  again,  then,”  said  Phileas  Fogg. 
“ There’s  a false  deal.” 

Stuart  took  up  the  pack  with  a feverish  hand;  then 
suddenly  put  them  down  again. 

“Well,  Mr.  Fogg,”  said  he,  “it  shall  be  so:  I will 
wager  the  four  thousand  on  it.” 

“ Calm  yourself,  my  dear  Stuart,”  said  Fallentin. 
“ It’s  only  a joke.” 

“ When  I say  I’ll  wager,”  returned  Stuart,  “ I 
mean  it.” 

“ All  right,”  said  Mr.  Fogg ; and,  turning  to  the 
others,  he  continued,  “ I have  a deposit  of  twenty 
thousand  at  Baring’s  which  I will  willingly  risk 
upon  it.” 

“Twenty  thousand  pounds!”  cried  Sullivan. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  21 


w Twenty  thousand  pounds,  which  you  would  lose  by 
a single  accidental  delay ! ” 

“ The  unforeseen  does  not  exist,”  quietly  replied 
Phileas  Fogg. 

“ But,  Mr.  Fogg,  eighty  days  are  only  the  estimate 
of  the  least  possible  time  in  which  the  journey  can  be 
made.” 

“A  well-used  minimum  suffices  for  everything.” 

“ But,  in  order  not  to  exceed  it,  you  must  jump 
mathematically  from  the  trains  upon  the  steamers,  and 
from  the  steamers  upon  the  trains  again.” 

“ I will  jump — mathematically.” 

“ You  are  joking.”  , „ 

“A  true  Englishman  doesn't  joke  when  he  is  talk- 
ing about  so  serious  a thing  as  a wager,”  replied 
Phileas  Fogg,  solemnly.  “ I will  bet  twenty  thousand 
pounds  against  any  one  who  wishes,  that  I will  make 
a tour  of  the  world  in  eighty  days  or  less ; in  nineteen 
hundred  and  twenty  hours,  or  a hundred  and  fifteen 
thousand  two  hundred  minutes.  Do  you  accept  ? ” 

“ We  accept,”  replied  Messrs.  Stuart,  Fallentin,  Sul- 
livan, Flanagan,  and  Ralph,  after  consulting  each 
other. 

“ Good,”  said  Mr.  Fogg.  “ The  train  leaves  for 
Dover  at  a quarter  before  nine.  I will  take  it.” 

“ This  very  evening?”  asked  Stuart. 

“ This  very  evening,”  returned  Phileas  Fogg.  He 
took  out  and  consulted  a pocket  almanac,  and  added. 


22  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ As  to-day  is  Wednesday,  the  second  of  October,  I 
shall  be  due  in  London,  in  this  very  room  of  the 
Reform  Club,  on  Saturday,  the  twenty-first  of  Decem- 
ber, at  a quarter  before  nine  p.m. ; or  else  the  twenty 
thousand  pounds,  now  deposited  in  my  name  at 
Baring's  will  belong  to  you,  in  fact  and  in  right,  gen- 
tlemen. Here  is  a check  for  the  amount.” 

A memorandum  of  the  wager  was  at  once  drawn 
up  and  sigried  by  the  six  parties,  during  which  Phileas 
Fogg  preserved  a stoical  composure.  He  certainly 
did  not  bet  to  win,  and  had  only  staked  the  twenty 
thousand  pounds,  half  of  his  fortune,  because  he  fore- 
saw that  he  might  have  to  expend  the  other  half  to 
carry  out  this  difficult,  not  to  say  unattainable,  pro- 
ject. As  for  his  antagonists,  they  seemed  much 
agitated;  not  so  much  by  the  value  of  their  stake,  as 
because  they  had  some  scruples  about  betting  under 
conditions  so  difficult  to  their  friend. 

The  clock  struck  seven,  and  the  party  offered  to 
suspend  the  game  so  that  Mr.  Fogg  might  make  his 
preparations  for  departure. 

“ I am  quite  ready  now/’  was  his  tranquil  response. 
“ Diamonds  are  trumps : be  so  good  as  to  play,  gen- 
tlemen^ 


i 


CHAPTER  IV 


IK  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  ASTOUNDS  PASSEPARTOUT, 
HIS  SERVANT 

Having  won  twenty  guineas  at  whist,  and  taken  leave 
of  his  friends,  Phileas  Fogg,  at  twenty-five  minutes 
past  seven,  left  the  Reform  Club. 

Passepartout,  who  had  conscientiously  studied  the 
programme  of  his  duties,  was  more  than  surprised  to 
see  his  master  guilty  of  the  inexactness  of  appearing 
at  this  unaccustomed  hour ; for,  according  to  rule,  he 
was  not  due  in  Saville  Row  until  precisely  midnight. 

Mr.  Fogg  repaired  to  his  bedroom,  and  called  out, 
“ Passepartout ! ” 

Passepartout  did  not  reply.  It  could  not  be  he  who 
was  called ; it  was  not  the  right  hour. 

“ Passepartout ! ” repeated  Mr.  Fogg,  without 
raising  his  voice. 

Passepartout  made  his  appearance. 

“ Fve  called  you  twice,”  observed  his  master. 

“ But  it  is  not  midnight,”  responded  the  other, 
showing  his  watch. 

“ I know  it;  I don’t  blame  you.  We  start  for  Dover 
and  Calais  in  ten  minutes.” 


24  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 

A puzzled  grin  overspread  Passepartout’s  round 
face;  clearly  he  had  not  comprehended  his  master. 

“ Monsieur  is  going  to  leave  home  ? ” 

“ Yes/’  returned  Phileas  Fogg.  “ We  are  going 
round  the  world.” 

Passepartout  opened  wide  his  eyes,  raised  his  eye- 
brows, held  up  his  hands,  and  seemed  about  to  col- 
lapse, so  overcome  was  he  with  stupefied  astonishment. 

“ Round  the  world ! ” he  murmured. 

“ In  eighty  days,”  responded  Mr.  Fogg.  “ So  we 
haven’t  a moment  to  lose.” 

“ But  the  trunks  ? ” gasped  Passepartout,  uncon- 
sciously swaying  his  head  from  right  to  left. 

“ We’ll  have  no  trunks;  only  a carpet-bag,  with 
two  shirts  and  three  pairs  of  stockings  for  me,  and 
the  same  for  you.  We’ll  buy  our  clothes  on  the  way. 
Bring  down  my  mackintosh  and  travelling-cloak,  and 
some  stout  shoes,  though  we  shall  do  little  walking. 
Make  haste ! ” 

Passepartout  tried  to  reply,  but  could  not.  He  went 
out,  mounted  to  his  own  room,  fell  into  a chair,  and 
muttered : “ That’s  good,  that  is ! And  I,  who  wanted 
to  remain  quiet ! ” 

He  mechanically  set  about  making  the  preparations 
for  departure.  Around  the  world  in  eighty  days ! 
Was  his  master  a fool?  No.  Was  this  a joke,  then? 
They  were  going  to  Dover;  good.  To  Calais;  good 
again.  After  all,  Passepartout,  who  had  been  away 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  25 


from  France  five  years,  would  not  be  sorry  to  set 
foot  on  his  native  soil  again.  Perhaps  they  would  go 
as  far  as  Paris,  and  it  would  do  his  eyes  good  to  see 
Paris  once  more.  But  surely  a gentleman  so  chary 
of  his  steps  would  stop  there;  no  doubt, — but,  then, 
it  was  none  the  less  true  that  he  was  going  away, 
this  so  domestic  person  hitherto! 

By  eight  o’clock  Passepartout  had  packed  the 
modest  carpet-bag,  containing  the  wardrobes  of  his 
master  and  himself;  then,  still  troubled  in  mind,  he 
carefully  shut  the  door  of  his  room,  and  descended  to 
Mr.  Fogg. 

Mr.  Fogg  was  quite  ready.  Under  his  arm  might 
have  been  observed  a red-bound  copy  of  “ Bradshaw’s 
Continental  Railway  Steam  Transit  and  General 
Guide,”  with  its  time-tables  showing  the  arrival  and 
departure  of  steamers  and  railways.  He  took  the 
carpet-bag,  opened  it,  and  slipped  into  it  a goodly  roll 
of  Bank  of  England  notes,  which  would  pass  wherever 
he  might  go. 

“ You  have  forgotten  nothing?”  asked  he. 

“ Nothing,  monsieur.” 

“ My,  mackintosh  and  cloak  ? ” 

“ Here  they  are.” 

“ Good.  Take  this  carpet-bag,”  handing  it  to 
Passepartout.  “ Take  good  care  of  it,  for  there  are 
twenty  thousand  pounds  in  it.” 

Passepartout  nearly  dropped  the  bag,  as  if  the 


26  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


twenty  thousand  pounds  were  in  gold,  and  weighed 
him  down. 

Master  and  man  then  descended,  the  street-door 
was  double-locked,  and  at  the  end  of  Saville  Row 
they  took  a cab  and  drove  rapidly  to  Charing  Cross. 
The  cab  stopped  before  the  railway  station  at  twenty 
minutes  past  eight.  Passepartout  jumped  off  the  box 
and  followed  his  master,  who,  after  paying  the  cab- 
man, was  about  to  enter  the  station,  when  a poor 
beggar-woman,  with  a child  in  her  arms,  her  naked 
feet  smeared  with  mud,  her  head  covered  with  a 
wretched  bonnet,  from  which  hung  a tattered  feather, 
and  her  shoulders  shrouded  in  a ragged  shawl, 
approached,  and  mournfully  asked  for  alms. 

Mr.  Fogg  took  out  the  twenty  guineas  he  had  just 
won  at  whist,  and  handed  them  to  the  beggar,  saying, 
“ Here,  my  good  woman.  I’m  glad  that  I met  you ;” 
and  passed  on. 

Passepartout  had  a moist  sensation  about  the  eyes; 
his  master’s  action  touched  his  susceptible  heart. 

Two  first-class  tickets  for  Paris  having  been 
speedily  purchased,  Mr.  Fogg  was  crossing  the  station 
to  the  train,  when  he  perceived  his  five  friends  of  the 
Reform. 

“ Well,  gentlemen,”  said  he,  “ I’m  off,  you  see ; and 
if  you  will  examine  my  passport  when  I get  back,  you 
will  be  able  to  judge  whether  I have  accomplished  the 
journey  agreed  upon.” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  a? 


* Oh,  that  would  be  quite  unnecessary,  Mr.  Fogg/1 
said  Ralph,  politely.  “ We  will  trust  your  word,  as 
a gentleman  of  honour,” 

“You  do  not  forget  when  you  are  due  in  London 
again  ? ” asked  Stuart. 

“In  eighty  days;  on  Saturday,  the  21st  of  Decem- 
ber, 1872,  at  a quarter  before  nine  p.m.  Good-bye, 
gentlemen.” 

Phileas  Fogg  and  his  servant  seated  themselves  in 
a first-class  carriage  at  twenty  minutes  before  nine; 
five  minutes  later  the  whistle  screamed,  and  the  train 
slowly  glided  out  of  the  station. 

The  night  was  dark,  and  a fine,  steady  rain  was 
falling.  Phileas  Fogg,  snugly  ensconced  in  his  cor- 
ner, did  not  open  his  lips.  Passepartout,  not  yet 
recovered  from  his  stupefaction,  clung  mechanically 
to  the  carpet-bag,  with  its  enormous  treasure. 

Just  as  the  train  was  whirling  through  Sydenham, 
Passepartout  suddenly  uttered  a cry  of  despair. 

“What’s  the  matter?”  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ Alas ! In  my  hurry — I — forgot — ” 

“ What?” 

“To  turn  off  the  gas  in  my  room!” 

“ Very  well,  young  man,”  returned  Mr,  Fogg, 
coolly;  “ it  will  burn — at  your  expense.”  > * 


CHAPTER  V 


IN  WHICH  A NEW  SPECIES  OF  FUNDS,  UNKNOWN  TO 
THE  MONEYED  MEN,  APPEARS  ON  ’CHANGE 

Phileas  Fogg  rightly  suspected  that  his  departure 
from  London  would  create  a lively  sensation  at  the 
West  End.  The  news  of  the  bet  spread  through  the 
Reform  Club,  and  afforded  an  exciting  topic  of  con- 
versation to  its  members.  From  the  Club  it  soon  got 
into  the  papers  throughout  England.  The  boasted 
“ tour  of  the  world  ” was  talked  about,  disputed, 
argued  with  as  much  warmth  as  if  the  subject  were 
another  Alabama  claim.  Some  took  sides  with 
Phileas  Fogg,  but  the  large  majority  shook  their  heads 
and  declared  against  him;  it  was  absurd,  impossible, 
they  declared,  that  the  tour  of  the  world  could  be 
made,  except  theoretically  and  on  paper,  in  this  mini- 
mum of  time,  and  with  the  existing  means  of  travel- 
ling. The  Times , Standard , Morning  Post , and  Daily 
News , and  twenty  other  highly  respectable  news- 
papers scouted  Mr.  Fogg’s  project  as  madness;  the 
Daily  Telegraph  alcne  hesitatingly  supported  him. 
People  in  general  thought  him  a lunatic,  and  blamed 
his  Reform  Club  friends  for  having  accepted  a wager 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  29 


which  betrayed  the  mental  aberration  of  its  pro- 
poser. 

Articles  no  less  passionate  than  logical  appeared  on 
the  question,  for  geography  is  one  of  the  pet  subjects 
of  the  English;  and  the  columns  devoted  to  Phileas 
Fogg’s  venture  were  eagerly  devoured  by  all  classes 
of  readers.  At  first  some  rash  individuals,  principally 
of  the  gentler  sex,  espoused  his  cause,  which  became 
still  more  popular  when  the  Illustrated  London  News 
came  out  with  his  portrait,  copied  from  a photograph 
in  the  Reform  Club.  A few  readers  of  the  Daily 
Telegraph  even  dared  to  say,  “ Why  not,  after  all? 
Stranger  things  have  come  to  pass.” 

At  last  a long  article  appeared,  on  the  7th  of  Octo- 
ber, in  the  bulletin  of  the  Royal  Geographical  Society, 
which  treated  the  question  from  every  point  of  view 
and  demonstrated  the  utter  folly  of  the  enterprise. 

Everything,  it  said,  was  against  the  travellers,  every 
obstacle  imposed  alike  by  man  and  by  nature.  A 
miraculous  agreement  of  the  times  of  departure  and 
arrival,  which  was  impossible,  was  absolutely  neces- 
sary to  his  success.  He  might,  perhaps,  reckon  on  the 
arrival  of  trains  at  the  designated  hours,  in  Europe, 
where  the  distances  were  relatively  moderate ; but 
when  he  calculated  upon  crossing  India  in  three  days, 
and  the  United  States  in  seven,  could  he  rely  beyond 
misgiving  upon  accomplishing  his  task?  There  were 
accidents  to  machinery,  the  liability  of  trains  to  run 


30  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


off  the  line,  collisions,  bad  weather,  the  blocking  up 
by  snow, — were  not  all  these  against  Phileas  Fogg? 
Would  he  not  find  himself,  when  travelling  by  steamer 
in  winter,  at  the  mercy  of  the  winds  and  fogs?  Is 
it  uncommon  for  the  best  ocean  steamers  to  be  two  or 
three  days  behind  time?  But  a single  delay  would 
suffice  to  fatally  break  the  chain  of  communication; 
should  Phileas  Fogg  once  miss,  even  by  an  hour,  a 
steamer,  he  would  have  to  wait  for  the  next,  and  that 
would  irrevocably  render  his  attempt  vain. 

This  article  made  a great  deal  of  noise,  and  being 
copied  into  all  the  papers,  seriously  depressed  the 
advocates  of  the  rash  tourist. 

Everybody  knows  that  England  is  the  world  of  bet- 
ting men,  who  are  of  a higher  class  than  mere 
gamblers;  to  bet  is  in  the  English  temperament.  Not 
only  the  members  of  the  Reform,  but  the  general  pub- 
lic, made  heavy  wagers  for  or  against  Phileas  Fogg, 
who  was  set  down  in  the  betting  books  as  if  he  were 
a race-horse.  Bonds  were  issued,  and  made  their 
appearance  on  ’Change ; “ Phileas  Fogg  bonds  ” were 
offered  at  par  or  at  a premium,  and  a great  business 
was  done  in  them.  But  five  days  after  the  article  in 
the  bulletin  of  the  Geographical  Society  appeared,  the 
demand  began  to  subside ; “ Phileas  Fogg  ” declined. 
They  were  offered  by  packages,  at  first  of  five,  then  of 
ten,  until  at. last  nobody  would  take  less  than  twenty, 
fifty,  a hundred! 


Around  the  world  in  eighty  days  31 


Lord  Albemarle,  an  elderly  paralytic  gentleman,  was 
now  the  only  advocate  of  Phileas  Fogg  left.  This 
noble  lord,  who  was  fastened  to  his  chair,  would  have 
given  his  fortune  to  be  able  to  make  the  tour  of  the 
world,  if  it  took  ten  years;  and  he  bet  five  thousand 
pounds  on  Phileas  Fogg.  When  the  folly  as  well  as 
the  uselessness  of  the  adventure  was  pointed  out  to 
him,  he  contented  himself  with  replying,  “ If  the  thing 
is  feasible,  the  first  to  do  it  ought  to  be  an  English- 
man.” 

The  Fogg  party  dwindled  more  and  more,  every- 
body was  going  against  him,  and  the  bets  stood  a 
hundred  and  fifty  and  two  hundred  to  one ; and  a week 
after  his  departure,  an  incident  occurred  which  de- 
prived him  of  backers  at  any  price. 

The  commissioner  of  police  was  sitting  in  his  office 
at  nine  o’clock  one  evening,  when  the  following  tele- 
graphic despatch  was  put  into  his  hands: — 

Suez  to . London . 

Rowan,  Commissioner  of  Police,  Scotland 
Yard:  I’ve  found  the  bank  robber,  Phileas  Fogg. 
Send  without  delay  warrant  of  arrest  to  Bombay. 

Fix,  Detective . 

The  effect  of  this  despatch  was  instantaneous.  The 
polished  gentleman  disappeared  to  give  place  to  the 
bank  robber.  His  photograph,  which  was  hung  with 


32  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


those  of  the  rest  of  the  members  at  the  Reform  Club, 
was  minutely  examined,  and  it  betrayed,  feature  by 
feature,  the  description  of  the  robber  which  had  been 
provided  to  the  police.  The  mysterious  habits  of 
Phileas  Fogg  were  recalled;  his  solitary  ways,  his 
sudden  departure ; and  it  seemed  clear  that,  in  under- 
taking a tour  round  the  world  on  the  pretext  of  a 
wager,  he  had  no  other  end  in  view  than  to  elude  the 
detectives,  and  throw  them  off  his  track* 


CHAPTER  VI 


IN  WHICH  FIX,  THE  DETECTIVE,  BETRAYS  A VERY 
NATURAL  IMPATIENCE 

The  circumstances  under  which  this  telegraphic 
despatch  about  Phileas  Fogg  was  sent  were  as 
follows : — 

The  steamer  “ Mongolia,”  belonging  to  the  Penin- 
sula and  Oriental  Company,  built  of  iron,  of  two 
thousand  eight  hundred  tons  burden,  and  five  hundred 
horse-power,  was  due  at  eleven  o'clock  a.m.  on  Wed- 
nesday, the  9th  of  October,  at  Suez.  The  “ Mon- 
golia” plied  regularly  between  Brindisi  and  Bombay 
via  the  Suez  Canal,  and  was  one  of  the  fastest 
steamers  belonging  to  the  company,  always  making 
more  than  ten  knots  an  hour  between  Brindisi  and 
Suez,  and  nine  and  a half  between  Suez  and 
Bombay. 

Two  men  were  promenading  up  and  down  the 
wharves,  among  the  crowd  of  natives  and  strangers 
who  were  sojourning  at  this  once  straggling  village — • 
now,  thanks  to  the  enterprise  of  M.  Lesseps,  a fast- 
growing town.  One  was  the  British  consul  at  Suez, 
who,  despite  the  prophecies  of  the  English  Govern- 


34  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


ment,  and  the  unfavourable  predictions  of  Stephen- 
son, was  in  the  habit  of  seeing,  from  his  office 
window,  English  ships  daily  passing  to  and  fro  on 
the  great  canal,  by  which  the  old  roundabout  route 
from  England  to  India  by  the  Cape  of  Good  Hope 
was  abridged  by  at  least  a half.  The  other  was  a 
small,  slight-built  personage,  with  a nervous,  intelli- 
gent face,  and  bright  eyes  peering  out  from  under  eye- 
brows which  he  was  incessantly  twitching.  He  was 
just  now  manifesting  unmistakable  signs  of  impa- 
tience, nervously  pacing  up  and  down,  and  unable 
to  stand  still  for  a moment.  This  was  Fix,  one 
of  the  detectives  who  had  been  despatched  from 
England  in  search  of  the  bank  robber ; it  was  his  task 
to  narrowly  watch  every  passenger  who  arrived  at 
Suez,  and  to  follow  up  all  who  seemed  to  be  suspicious 
characters,  or  bore  a resemblance  to  the  description 
of  the  criminal,  which  he  had  received  two  days  before 
from  the  police  head-quarters  at  London.  The 
detective  was  evidently  inspired  by  the  hope  of 
obtaining  the  splendid  reward  which  would  be  the 
prize  of  success,  and  awaited  with  a feverish  im- 
patience, easy  to  understand,  the  arrival  of  the  steamer 
“ Mongolia.” 

“ So  you  say,  consul,”  asked  he  for  the  twentieth 
time,  “ that  this  steamer  is  never  behind  time  ? ” 

“ No,  Mr.  Fix,”  replied  the  consul.  “ She  was 
bespoken  yesterday  at  Port  Said,  and  the  rest  of  the 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  % 


way  is  of  no  account  to  such  a craft  I repeat  that  the 
* Mongolia  ’ has  been  in  advance  of  the  time  required 
by  the  company’s  regulations,  and  gained  the  prize 
awarded  for  excess  of  speed.” 

u Does  she  come  directly  from  Brindisi  ? ” 

* Directly  from  Brindisi ; she  takes  on  the  Indian 
mails  there,  and  she  left  there  Saturday  at  five  p.m. 
Have  patience,  Mr.  Fix;  she  will  not  be  late.  But 
really  I don’t  see  how,  from  the  description  you  have, 
you  will  be  able  to  recognize  your  man,  even  if  he  is 
©n  board  the  ‘ Mongolia.’  ” 

“ A man  rather  feels  the  presence  of  these  fellows, 
consul,  than  recognizes  them.  You  must  have  a scent 
for  them,  and  a scent  is  like  a sixth  sense  which  com- 
bines hearing,  seeing,  and  smelling.  I’ve  arrested 
more  than  one  of  these  gentlemen  in  my  time,  and  if 
my  thief  is  on  board.  I’ll  answer  for  it,  he’ll  not  slip 
through  my  fingers.” 

44 1 hope  so,  Mr.  Fix,  for  it  was  a heavy  robbery.” 

44  A magnificent  robbery,  consul ; fifty-five  thousand 
pounds!  We  don’t  often  have  such  windfalls.  Bur- 
glars are  getting  to  be  so  contemptible  nowadays ! A 
fellow  gets  hung  for  a handful  of  shillings ! ” 

“ Mr.  Fix,”  said  the  consul,  “ I like  your  way  of 
talking,  and  hope  you’ll  succeed;  but  I fear  you  will  _ 
find  it  far  from  easy.  Don’t  you  see,  the  description 
which  you  have  there  has  a singular  resemblance  to 
an  honest  man  ? ” 


36  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ Consul,”  remarked  the  detective,  dogmatically, 
“ great  robbers  always  resemble  honest  folks.  Fel- 
lows who  have  rascally  faces  have  only  one  course  to 
take,  and  that  is  to  remain  honest;  otherwise  they 
would  be  arrested  off-hand.  The  artistic  thing  is,  to 
unmask  honest  countenances;  it’s  no  light  task,  I 
admit,  but  a real  art.” 

Mr.  Fix  evidently  was  not  wanting  in  a tinge  of 
self-conceit. 

Little  by  little  the  scene  on  the  quay  became  more 
animated;  sailors  of  various  nations,  merchants,  ship- 
brokers,  porters,  fellahs,  bustled  to  and  fro  as  if  the 
steamer  were  immediately  expected.  The  weather 
was  clear,  and  slightly  chilly.  The  minarets  of  the 
town  loomed  above  the  houses  in  the  pale  rays  of  the 
sun.  A jetty  pier,  some  two  thousand  yards  long, 
extended  into  the  roadstead.  A number  of  fishing- 
smacks  and  coasting  boats,  some  retaining  the  fantas- 
tic fashion  of  ancient  galleys,  were  discernible  on  the 
Red  Sea. 

As  he  passed  among  the  busy  crowd,  Fix,  according 
to  habit,  scrutinized  the  passers-by  with  a keen,  rapid 
glance. 

It  was  now  half-past  ten. 

“ The  steamer  doesn’t  come ! ” he  exclaimed,  as  the 
port  clock  struck. 

“ She  can’t  be  far  off  now,”  returned  his  com- 


panion. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  37 


“ How  long  will  she  stop  at  Suez  ? " 

“ Four  hours ; long  enough  to  get  in  her  coal.  It 
is  thirteen  hundred  and  ten  miles  from  Suez  to  Aden, 
at  the  other  end  of  the  Red  Sea,  and  she  has  to  take 
in  a fresh  coal  supply." 

“ And  does  she  go  from  Suez  directly  to  Bom- 
bay?" 

“ Without  putting  in  anywhere." 

“ Good,"  said  Fix.  “ If  the  robber  is  on  board,  he 
will  no  doubt  get  off  at  Suez,  so  as  to  reach  the  Dutch 
or  French  colonies  in  Asia  by  some  other  route.  He 
ought  to  know  that  he  would  not  be  safe  an  hour  in 
India,  which  is  English  soil." 

“ Unless,"  objected  the  consul,  “ he  is  exceptionally 
shrewd.  An  English  criminal,  you  know,  is  always 
better  concealed  in  London  than  anywhere  else." 

This  observation  furnished  the  detective  food  for 
thought,  and  meanwhile  the  consul  went  away  to  his 
office.  Fix,  left  alone,  was  more  impatient  than  ever, 
having  a presentiment  that  the  robber  was  on  board 
the  “ Mongolia."  If  he  had  indeed  left  London 
intending  to  reach  the  New  World,  he  would  naturally 
take  the  route  via  India,  which  was  less  watched  and 
more  difficult  to  watch  than  that  of  the  Atlantic.  But 
Fix's  reflections  were  soon  interrupted  by  a succession 
of  sharp  whistles,  which  announced  the  arrival  of  the 
“ Mongolia."  The  porters  and  fellahs  rushed  down 
the  quay,  and  a dozen  boats  pushed  off  from  the  shore 


38  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


to  go  and  meet  the  steamer.  Soon  her  gigantic  hull 
appeared  passing  along  between  the  banks,  and  eleven 
^Lclock  struck  as  she  anchored  in  the  road.  She 
brought  an  unusual  number  of  passengers,  some  of 
whom  remained  on  deck  to  scan  the  picturesque  pano- 
rama of  the  town,  while  the  greater  part  disembarked 
in  the  boats,  and  landed  on  the  quay. 

Fix  took  up  a position,  and  carefully  examined  each 
face  and  figure  which  made  its  appearance.  Presently 
one  of  the  passengers,  after  vigorously  pushing  his 
way  through  the  importunate  crowd  of  porters,  came 
up  to  him,  and  politely  asked  if  he  could  point  out  the 
English  consulate,  at  the  same  time  showing  a passport 
which  he  wished  to  have  visaed.  Fix  instinctively 
took  the  passport,  and  with  a rapid  glance  read  the 
description  of  its  bearer.  An  involuntary  motion  of 
surprise  nearly  escaped  him,  for  the  description  in  the 
passport  was  identical  with  that  of  the  bank  robber 
which  he  had  received  from  Scotland  Yard. 

“ Is  this  your  passport?  ” asked  he. 

“ No,  it's  my  master’s.” 

“ And  your  master  is — ” 

“ He  stayed  on  board.” 

“ But  he  must  go  to  the  consul’s  in  person,  so  as  to 
establish  his  identity.” 

“ Oh,  is  that  necessary  ? ” 

“ Quite  indispensable.” 

“ And  where  is  the  consulate  ? 99 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  39 


“ There  on  the  corner  of  the  square,”  said  Fix, 
pointing  to  a house  two  hundred  steps  off. 

“ I’ll  go  and  fetch  my  master,  who  won’t  be  much 
pleased,  however,  to  be  disturbed.” 

The  passenger  bowed  to  Fix,  and  returned  to  the 
steamer. 


CHAPTER  VII 


WHICH  ONCE  MORE  DEMONSTRATES  THE  USELESSNESS 
OF  PASSPORTS  AS  AIDS  TO  DETECTIVES 

The  detective  passed  down  the  quay,  and  rapidly  made 
his  way  to  the  consul’s  office,  where  he  was  at  once 
admitted  to  the  presence  of  that  official. 

“ Consul,”  said  he,  without  preamble,  “ I have 
strong  reasons  for  believing  that  my  man  is  a passen- 
ger on  the  ‘ Mongolia.’  ” And  he  narrated  what  had 
just  passed  concerning  the  passport. 

“ Well,  Mr.  Fix,”  replied  the  consul,  “ I shall  not 
be  sorry  to  see  the  rascal’s  face ; but  perhaps  he  won’t 
come  here, — that  is,  if  he  is  the  person  you  suppose 
him  to  be.  A robber  doesn’t  quite  like  to  leave  traces 
of  his  flight  behind  him;  and  besides,  he  is  not 
obliged  to  have  his  passport  countersigned.” 

“ If  he  is  as  shrewd  as  I think  he  is,  consul,  he  will 
come.” 

“To  have  his  passport  visaed? ” 

“ Yes.  Passports  are  only  good  for  annoying 
honest  folks,  and  aiding  in  the  flight  of  rogues.  I 
assure  you  it  will  be  quite  the  thing  for  him  to  do; 
but  I hope  you  will  not  visa  the  passport.” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  41 


“Why  not?  If  the  passport  is  genuine,  I have  no 
right  to  refuse.” 

“ Still  I must  keep  this  man  here  until  I jean  get  a 
warrant  to  arrest  him  from  London.” 

“ Ah,  that’s  your  look-out  But  I cannot — ” 

The  consul  did  not  finish  his  sentence,  for  as  he 
spoke  a knock  was  heard  at  the  door,  and  two 
strangers  entered,  one  of  whom  was  the  servant  whom 
Fix  had  met  on  the  quay.  The  other,  who  was  his 
master,  held  out  his  passport  with  the  request  that  the 
consul  would  do  him  the  favour  to  visa  it.  The  con- 
sul took  the  document  and  carefully  read  it,  whilst 
Fix  observed,  or  rather  devoured,  the  stranger  with 
his  eyes  from  a corner  of  the  room. 

“ You  are  Mr.  Phileas  Fogg?  ” said  the  consul,  after 
reading  the  passport. 

“ I am.” 

“ And  this  man  is  your  servant  ? ” 

“He  is;  a Frenchman,  named  Passepartout.” 

“You  are  from  London?” 

“ Yes.” 

“And  you  are  going — ” 

“To  Bombay.” 

“ Very  good,  sir.  You  know  that  a visa  is  useless, 
and  that  no  passport  is  required  ? ” 

“I  know  it,  sir,”  replied  Phileas  Fogg;  “but  I wish 
to  prove,  by  your  visa , that  I came  by  Suez.” 

“ Very  well,  sir.” 


42  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 

The  consul  proceeded  to  sign  and  date  the  passport, 
after  which  he  added  his  official  seal.  Mr.  Fogg  paid 
the  customary  fee,  coldly  bowed,  and  went  out,  fol- 
lowed by  his  servant. 

“ Well?  ” queried  the  detective. 

“ Well,  he  looks  and  acts  like  a perfectly  honest 
man,”  replied. the  consul. 

“ Possibly ; but  that  is  not  the  question.  Do  you 
think,  consul,  that  this  phlegmatic  gentleman  re- 
sembles, feature  by  feature,  the  robber  whose  descrip- 
tion I have  received  ? ” 

“ I concede  that ; but  then,  you  know,  all  descrip- 
tions—” 

“ I’ll  make  certain  of  it,”  interrupted  Fix.  “ The 
servant  seems  to  me  less  mysterious  than  the  master; 
besides,  he’s  a Frenchman,  and  can’t  help  talking. 
Excuse  me  for  a little  while,  consul.” 

Fix  started  off  in  search  of  Passepartout. 

Meanwhile  Mr.  Fogg,  after  leaving  the  consulate, 
repaired  to  the  quay,  gave  some  orders  to  Passepartout, 
went  off  to  the  “ Mongolia  ” in  a boat,  and  descended 
to  his  cabin.  He  took  up  his  note-book,  which  con- 
tained the  following  memoranda: — 

“ Left  London,  Wednesday,  October  2nd,  at 
8.45  p.m. 

“ Reached  Paris,  Thursday,  October  3rd,  at 
7.20  a.m. 

“ Left  Paris,  Thursday,  at  8.40  a.m. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  43 


“ Reached  Turin  by  Mont  Cenis,  Friday,  October 
4th,  at  6.35  a.m. 

“Left  Turin,  Friday,  at  7.20  a.m. 

“Arrived  at  Brindisi,  Saturday,  October  5th,  at 
4 p.m. 

“ Sailed  on  the  ‘ Mongolia/  Saturday,  at  5 p.m. 

“ Reached  Suez,  Wednesday,  October  9th,  at  11  a.m. 

“ 'fotal  of  hours  spent,  158^;  or,  in  days,  six  days 
and  a half.” 

These  dates  were  inscribed  in  an  itinerary  divided 
into  columns,  indicating  the  month,  the  day  of  the 
month,  and  the  day  for  the  stipulated  and  actual 
arrivals  at  each  principal  point, — Paris,  Brindisi,  Suez, 
Bombay,  Calcutta,  Singapore,  Hong  Kong,  Yoko- 
hama, San  Francisco,  New  York,  and  London, — from 
the  2nd  of  October  to  the  21st  of  December;  and  giv- 
ing a space  for  setting  down  the  gain  made  or  the  loss 
suffered  on  arrival  at  each  locality.  This  methodical 
record  thus  contained  an  account  of  everything  needed, 
and  Mr.  Fogg  always  knew  whether  he  was  behind- 
hand or  in  advance  of  his  time.  On  this  Friday, 
October  9th,  he  noted  his  arrival  at  Suez,  and  observed 

that  he  had  as  yet  neither  gained  nor  lost.  He  sat 

\ 

down  quietly  to  breakfast  in  his  cabin,  never  once 
thinking  of  inspecting  the  town,  being  one  of  those 
Englishmen  who  are  wont  to  see  foreign  countries 
through  the  eyes  of  their  domestics. 


CHAPTER  VIII 


IN  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT  TALKS  RATHER  MORE,  PER- 
HAPS, THAN  IS  PRUDENT 

Fix  soon  rejoined  Passepartout,  who  was  lounging 
and  looking  about  on  the  quay,  as  if  he  did  not  feel 
that  he,  at  least,  was  obliged  not  to  see  anything. 

“ Well,  my  friend,”  said  the  detective,  coming  up 
with  him,  “ is  your  passport  visaed?  ” 

“ Ah,  it’s  you,  is  it,  monsieur  ? ” responded  Passe- 
partout. “ Thanks,  yes,  the  passport  is  all  right.” 

“ And  you  are  looking  about  you?  ” 

“ Yes ; but  we  travel  so  fast  that  I seem  to  be 
journeying  in  a dream.  So  this  is  Suez?” 

“ Yes.” 

“ In  Egypt?” 

“Certainly,  in  Egypt.” 

“And  in  Africa?” 

“ In  Africa.” 

“ In  Africa ! ” repeated  Passepartout.  “ Just 
think,  monsieur,  I had  no  idea  that  we  should  go  far- 
ther than  Paris;  and  all  that  I saw  of  Paris  was  be- 
tween twenty  minutes  past  seven  and  twenty  minutes 
before  nine  in  the  morning,  between  the  Northern  and 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  45 


the  Lyons  stations,  through  the  windows  of  a car  and 
in  a driving  rain!  How  I regret  not  having  seen 
once  more  Pere  la  Chaise  and  the  circus  in  the 
Champs  Elysees ! ” 

“You  are  in  a great  hurry,  then?” 

“ I am  not,  but  my  master  is.  By  the  way,  I must 
buy  some  shoes  and  shirts.  We  came  away  without 
trunks,  only  with  a carpet-bag.” 

“ I will  show  you  an  excellent  shop  for  getting 
what  you  want.” 

“ Really,  monsieur,  you  are  very  kind.” 

And  they  walked  off  together,  Passepartout  chat- 
ting volubly  as  they  went  along. 

“ Above  all,”  said  he,  “ don't  let  me  lose  the 
steamer.” 

“ You  have  plenty  of  time;  it's  only  twelve  o'clock.” 

Passepartout  pulled  out  his  big  watch.  “Twelve ! ” 
he  exclaimed ; “ why  it's  only  eight  minutes  before 
ten.” 

“ Your  watch  is  slow.” 

“ My  watch  ? A family  watch,  monsieur,  which 
has  come  down  from  my  great-grandfather ! It 
doesn’t  vary  five  minutes  in  the  year,  it’s  a perfect 
chronometer,  look  you.” 

“ I see  how  it  is,”  said  Fix.  “ You  have  kept  Lon- 
don time,  which  is  two  hours  behind  that  of  Suez. 
You  ought  to  regulate  your  watch  at  noon  in  each 
country.” 


4 6 AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“T  regulate  my  watch?  Never !” 

“ Well,  then,  it  will  not  agree  with  the  sun.” 

“ So  much  the  worse  for  the  sun,  monsieur.  The 
sun  will  be  wrong,  then ! ” 

And  the  worthy  fellow  returned  the  watch  to  its 
fob  with  a defiant  gesture.  After  a few  minutes’ 
silence,  Fix  resumed:  “ You  left  London  hastily, 
then?” 

“ I rather  think  so!  Last  Wednesday  at  eight  o’clock 
in  the  evening,  Monsieur  Fogg  came  home  from  his 
club,  and  three  quarters  of  an  hour  afterwards  we 
were  off.” 

“But  where  is  your  master  going?” 

“ Always  straight  ahead.  He  is  going  round  the 
world.” 

“Round  the  world?”  cried  Fix. 

“Yes,  and  in  eighty  days!  He  says  it  is  on  a 
wager;  but,  between  us,  I don’t  believe  a word  of  it. 
That  wouldn’t  be  common  sense.  There’s  something 
else  in  the  wind.” 

“ Ah ! Mr.  Fogg  is  a character,  is  he?  ” 

“ I should  say  he  was.” 

“ Is  he  rich?” 

“No  doubt,  for  he  is  carrying  an  enormous  sum  in 
brand-new  bank  notes  with  him.  And  he  doesn’t  spare 
the  money  on  the  way,  either:  he  has  offered  a large 
reward  to  the  engineer  of  the  ‘ Mongolia  ’ if  he  gets 
us  to  Bombay  well  in  advance  of  time.” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  4 7 


“ And  you  have  known  your  master  a long 
time  ? ” 

“ Why,  no ; I entered  his  service  the  very  day  we 
left  London.” 

The  effect  of  these  replies  upon  the  already  sus- 
picious and  excited  detective  may  be  imagined.  The 
hasty  departure  from  London  soon  after  the  robbery ; 
the  large  sum  carried  by  Mr.  Fogg;  his  eagerness  to 
reach  distant  countries ; the  pretext  of  an  eccentric 
and  foolhardy  bet, — all  confirmed  Fix  in  his  theory. 
He  continued  to  pump  poor  Passepartout,  and  learned 
that  he  really  knew  little  or  nothing  of  his  master,  who 
lived  a solitary  existence  in  London,  was  said  to  be 
rich,  though  no  one  knew  whence  came  his  riches, 
and  was  mysterious  and  impenetrable  in  his  affairs  and 
habits.  Fix  felt  sure  that  Phileas  Fogg  would  not 
land  at  Suez,  but  was  really  going  on  to  Bombay. 

“ Is  Bombay  far  from  here  ? ” asked  Passepartout. 
“ Pretty  far.  It  is  a ten  days’  voyage  by  sea.” 

“ And  in  what  country  is  Bombay?” 

“ India.” 

“In  Asia?” 

“ Certainly.” 

“ The  deuce ! I was  going  to  tell  you, — there’s  one 

* 

thing  that  worries  me, — my  burner!  ” 

“What  burner?” 

“ My  gas-burner,  which  I forgot  to  turn  off,  and 
which  is  at  this  moment  burning — at  my  expense.  I 


48  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


have  calculated,  monsieur,  that  I lose  two  shillings 
every  four  and  twenty  hours,  exactly  sixpence  more 
than  I earn;  and  you  will  understand  that  the  longer 
our  journey — ” 

Did  Fix  pay  any  attention  to  Passepartout’s  trouble 
about  the  gas?  It  is  not  probable.  He  was  not 
listening,  but  was  cogitating  a project.  Passepartout 
and  he  had  now  reached  the  shop,  where  Fix  left  his 
companion  to  make  his  purchases,  after  recommend- 
ing him  not  to  miss  the  steamer,  and  hurried  back  to 
the  consulate.  Now  that  he  was  fully  convinced,  Fix 
had  quite  recovered  his  equanimity. 

“ Consul,”  said  he,  “ I have  no  longer  any  doubt 
I have  spotted  my  man.  He  passes  himself  off  as  an 
odd  stick,  who  is  going  round  the  world  in  eighty 
days.” 

“Then  he’s  a sharp  fellow,”  returned  the  consul, 
“ and  counts  on  returning  to  London  after  putting 
the  police  of  the  two  continents  off  his  track.” 

“ We’ll  see  about  that,”  replied  Fix. 

“ But  are  you  not  mistaken  ? ” 

“ I am  not  mistaken.” 

“ Why  was  this  robber  so  anxious  to  prove,  by  the 
visa,  that  he  had  passed  through  Suez  ? ” 

“ Why  ? I have  no  idea ; but  listen  to  me.” 

He  reported  in  a few  words  the  most  important 
parts  of  his  conversation  with  Passepartout. 

“ In  short,”  said  the  consul,  “ appearances  are 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  40 


wholly  against  this  man.  And  what  are  you  going 
to  do?” 

“ Send  a despatch  to  London  for  a warrant  of 
arrest  to  be  despatched  instantly  to  Bombay,  take  pas- 
sage on  board  the  ‘ Mongolia,’  follow  my  rogue  to 
India,  and  there,  on  English  ground,  arrest  him 
politely,  with  my  warrant  in  my  hand,  and  my  hand  on 
his  shoulder.” 

Having  uttered  these  words  with  a cool,  careless 
air,  the  detective  took  leave  of  the  consul,  and  repaired 
to  the  telegraph  office,  whence  he  sent  the  despatch 
which  we  have  seen  to  the  London  police  office.  A 
quarter  of  an  hour  later  found  Fix,  with  a small  bag 
in  his  hand,  proceeding  on  board  the  “ Mongolia;” 
and  ere  many  moments  longer,  the  noble  steamer  rode 
out  at  full  steam  upon  the  waters  of  the  Red  Sea. 


CHAPTER  IX 


IN  WHICH  THE  RED  SEA  AND  THE  INDIAN  OCEAN 
PROVE  PROPITIOUS  TO  THE  DESIGNS  OF  PHILEAS 
FOGG 

The  distance  between  Suez  and  Aden  is  precisely 
thirteen  hundred  and  ten  miles,  and  the  regulations  of 
the  company  allow  the  steamers  one  hundred  and 
thirty-eight  hours  in  which  to  traverse  it.  The 
“ Mongolia,1 ” thanks  to  the  vigorous  exertions  of  the 
engineer,  seemed  likely,  so  rapid  was  her  speed,  to 
reach  her  destination  considerably  within  that  time. 
The  greater  part  of  the  passengers  from  Brindisi  were 
bound  for  India — some  for  Bombay,  others  for  Cal- 
cutta by  way  of  Bombay,  the  nearest  route  thither, 
now  that  a railway  crosses  the  Indian  peninsula, 
^mong  the  passengers  was  a number  of  officials  and 
military  officers  of  various  grades,  the  latter  being 
either  attached  to  the  regular  British  forces,  or  com- 
manding the  Sepoy  troops  and  receiving  high  Salaries 
ever  since  the  central  government  has  assumed  the 
powers  of  the  East  India  Company;  for  the  sub- 
lieutenants get  280 brigadiers,  2400/.,  and  generals 
of  division,  4000/.  What  with  the  military  men,  a 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  51 


number  of  rich  young  Englishmen  on  their  travels, 
and  the  hospitable  efforts  of  the  purser,  the  time 
passed  quickly  on  the  “ Mongolia.”  The  best  of  fare 
was  spread  updn  the  cabin  tables  at  breakfast,  lunch, 
dinner,  and  the  eight  o’clock  supper,  and  the  ladies 
scrupulously  changed  their  toilets  twice  a day;  and 
the  hours  were  whiled  away,  when  the  sea  was  tran- 
quil, with  music,  dancing,  and  games. 

But  the  Red  Sea  is  full  of  caprice,  and  often 
boisterous,  like  most  long  and  narrow  gulfs.  When 
the  wind  came  from  the  African  or  Asian  coast,  the 
“ Mongolia,”  with  her  long  hull,  rolled  fearfully. 
Then  the  ladies  speedily  disappeared  below ; the  pianos 
were  silent ; singing  and  dancing  suddenly  ceased. 
Yet  the  good  ship  ploughed  straight  on,  unretarded  by 
wind  or  wave,  towards  the  straits  of  Bab-el- 
Mandeb. 

What  was  Phileas  Fogg  doing  all  this  time?  It 
might  be  thought  that,  in  his  anxiety,  he  would  be 
constantly  watching  the  changes  of  the  wind,  the  dis- 
orderly raging  of  the  billows — every  chance,  in  short, 
which  might  force  the  “ Mongolia  ” to  slacken  her 
speed,  and  thus  interrupt  his  journey.  But  if  he 
thought  of  these  possibilities,  he  did  not  betray  the 
fact  by  any  outward  sign. 

Always  the  same  impassable  member  of  the  Reform 
Club,  whom  no  incident  could  surprise,  as  unvarying 
as  the  ship’s  chronometers,  and  seldom  having  the 


52  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


curiosity  even  to  go  upon  the  deck,  he  passed  through 
the  memorable  scenes  of  the  Red  Sea  with  cold  indif- 
ference; did  not  care  to  recognize  the  historic  towns 
arrd  villages  which,  along  its  borders,  raised  their  pic- 
turesque outlines  against  the  sky;  and  betrayed  no 
fear  of  the  dangers  of  the  Arabic  Gulf,  which  the  old 
historians  always  spoke  of  with  horror,  and  upon 
which  the  ancient  navigators  never  ventured  without 
propitiating  the  gods  by  ample  sacrifices.  How  did 
this  eccentric  personage  pass  his  time  on  the  “ Mon- 
golia ?”  He  made  his  four  hearty  meals  every  day, 
regardless  of  the  most  persistent  rolling  and  pitching 
on  the  part  of  the  steamer;  and  he  played  whist  inde- 
fatigably,  for  -he  had  found  partners  as  enthusiastic 
in  the  game  as  himself.  A tax-collector,  on  the  way 
to  his  post  at  Goa ; the  Rev.  Decimus  Smith,  returning 
to  his  parish  at  Bombay;  and  a brigadier-general  of 
the  English  army,  who  was  about  to  rejoin  his  brigade 
at  Benares,  made  up  the  party,  and,  with  Mr.  Fogg, 
played  whist  by  the  hour  together  in  absorbing 
silence. 

As  for  Passepartout,  he,  too,  had  escaped  sea- 
sickness, and  took  his  meals  conscientiously  in  the  for- 
ward cabin*  He  rather  enjoyed  the  voyage,  for  he 
was  well  fed  and  well  lodged,  took  a great  interest  in 
the  scenes  through  which  they  were  passing,  and  con- 
soled himself  with  the  delusion  that  his  master’s  whim 
would  end  at  Bombay.  He  pleaded,  on  da* 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  53' 


after  leaving  Suez,  to  find  on  deck  the  obliging  per- 
son with  whom  he  had  walked  and  chatted  on  the 
quays. 

“ If  I am  not  mistaken,”  said  he,  approaching  this 
person  with  his  most  amiable  smile,  “ you  are  the  gen- 
tleman who  so  kindly  volunteered  to  guide  me  at 
Suez?” 

“Ah!  I quite  recognize  you.  You  are  the  servant 
of  the  strange  Englishman — ” 

“Just  so,  Monsieur — ” 

“ Fix.” 

“ Monsieur  Fix,”  resumed  Passepartout,  “ I’m 
charmed  to  find  you  on  board.  Where  are  you 
bound  ? ” 

“ Like  you,  to  Bombay.” 

“ That’s  capital ! Have  you  made  this  trip 
before  ? ” 

“ Several  times.  I am  one  of  the  agents  of  the 
Peninsula  Company.”  \ 

“ Then  you  know  India  ? ” 

“ Why — yes,”  replied  Fix,  who  spoke  cautiously. 

“ A curious  place,  this  India  ? ” 

“ Oh,  very  curious.  Mosques,  minarets,  temples, 
fakirs,  pagodas,  tigers,  snakes,  elephants!  I hope  you 
will  have  ample  time  to  see  the  sights.” 

“ I hope  so,  Monsieur  Fix.  You  see,  a man  of" 
sound  sense  ought  not  to  spend  his  life  jumping  from 
a steamer  upon  a railway  train,  and  from  a railway 


54  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


train  upon  a steamer  again,  pretending  to  make  a tour 
of  the  world  in  eighty  days!  No;  all  these  gymnas- 
tics, you  may  be  sure,  will  cease  at  Bombay.,, 

“ And  Mr.  Fogg  is  getting  on  well?”  asked  Fix, 
in  the  m9st  natural  tone  in  the  world. 

“ Quite  well,  and  I too.  I eat  like  a famished  ogre ; 
it's  the  sea  air.” 

“ But  I never  see  your  master  on  deck.” 

“ Never;  he  hasn’t  the  least  curiosity.” 

“ Do  you  know,  Mr.  Passepartout,  that  this  pre- 
tended tour  in  eighty  days  may  conceal  some  secret 
errand — perhaps  a diplomatic  mission  ? ” 

“ Faith,  Monsieur  Fix,  I assure  you  I know  noth- 
ing about  it,  nor  would  I give  half-a-crown  to  find 
out.” 

After  this  meeting,  Passepartout  and  Fix  got  into 
the  habit  of  chatting  together,  the  latter  making  it  a 
point  to  gain  the  worthy  man’s  confidence.  He  fre- 
quently offered  him  a glass  of  whiskey  or  pale  ale  in 
the  steamer  bar-room,  which  Passepartout  never  failed 
to  accept  with  graceful  alacrity,  mentally  pronouncing 
Fix  the  best  of  good  fellows. 

Meanwhile  the  “ Mongolia  ” was  pushing  forward 
rapidly;  on  the  13th,  Mocha,  surrounded  by  its  ruined 
walls  whereon  date-trees  were  growing,  was  sighted, 
and  on  the  mountains  beyond  were  espied  vast  coffee- 
fields.  Passepartout  was  ravished  to  behold  this  cele- 
brated place,  and  thought  that,  with  its  circular  walls 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  55 


and  dismantled  fort,  it  looked  like  an  immense  coffee 
cup  and  saucer.  The  following  night  they  passed 
through  the  Strait  of  Bab-el-Mandeb,  which  means  in 
Arabic  “ The  Bridge  of  Tears,”  and  the  next  day  they 
put  in  at  Steamer  Point,  north-west  of  Aden  harbour,, 
to  take  in  coal.  This  matter  of  fuelling  steamers  is  a 
serious  one  at  such  distances  from  the  coal  mines ; 
it  costs  the  Peninsula  Company  some  eight  hundred 
thousand  pounds  a year.  In  these  distant  seas,  coal 
is  worth  three  or  four  pounds  sterling  a ton. 

The  “ Mongolia  ” had  still  sixteen  hundred  and  fifty 
miles  to  traverse  before  reaching  Bombay,  and  was 
obliged  to  remain  four  hours  at  Steamer  Point  to  coal 
up.  But  this  delay,  as  it  was  foreseen,  did  not  affect 
Phileas  Fogg's  programme ; besides,  the  “ Mongolia,” 
instead  of  reaching  Aden  on  the  morning  of  the  15th, 
when  she  was  due,  arrived  there  on  the  evening  of  the 
14th,  a gain  of  fifteen  hours. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  his  servant  went  ashore  at  Aden  to 
have  the  passport  again  visaed ; Fix,  unobserved,  fol- 
lowed them.  The  visa  procured,  Mr.  Fogg  returned 
on  board  to  resume  his  former  habits ; while  Passe- 
partout, acording  to  custom,  sauntered  about  among 
the  mixed  population  of  Somanlis,  Banyans,  Parsees, 
Jews,  Arabs,  and  Europeans  who  comprise  the  twenty- 
five  thousand  inhabitants  of  Aden.  He  gazed  with 
wonder  upon  the  fortifications  which  make  this  place 
the  Gibraltar  of  the  Indian  Ocean,  and  the  vast 


56  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


cisterns  where  the  English  engineers  were  still  at 
work,  two  thousand  years  after  the  engineers  of 
Solomon. 

“ Very  curious,  very  curious,”  said  Passepartout  to 
himself,  on  returning  to  the  steamer.  “ I see  that  it 
is  by  no  means  useless  to  travel,  if  a man  wants  to  see 
something  new.”  At  six  p.m.  the  “ Mongolia  ” 
slowly  moved  out  of  the  roadstead,  and  was  soon  once 
more  on  the  Indian  Ocean.  She  had  a hundred  and 
sixty-eight  hours  in  which  to  reach  Bombay,  and  the 
sea  was  favourable,  the  wind  being  in  the  north-west, 
and  all  sails  aiding  the  engine.  The  steamer  rolled 
but  little,  the  ladies,  in  fresh  toilets,  reappeared  on 
deck,  and  the  singing  and  dancing  were  resumed. 
The  trip  was  being  accomplished  most  successfully, 
and  Passepartout  was  enchanted  with  the  congenial 
companion  which  chance  had  secured  him  in  the  per- 
son of  the  delightful  Fix.  On  Sunday,  October  20th, 
towards  noon,  they  came  in  sight  of  the  Indian  coast ; 
two  hours  later  the  pilot  came  on  board.  A range  of 
hills  lay  against  the  sky  in  the  horizon,  and  soon  the 
rows  of  palms  which  adorn  Bombay  came  distinctly 
Into  view.  The  steamer  entered  the  road  formed  by 
the  islands  in  the  bay,  and  at  half-past  four  she  hauled 
up  at  the  quays  of  Bombay. 

Phileas  Fogg  was  in  the  act  of  finishing  the  thirty- 
third  rubber  of  the  voyage,  and  his  partner  and  him- 
self having,  by  a bold  stroke,  captured  all  thirteen  of 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  57 


the  tricks,  concluded  this  fine  campaign  with  a brilliant 
victory. 

The  “ Mongolia  ” was  due  at  Bombay  on  the  22nd ; 
she  arrived  on  the  20th.  This  was  a gain  to  Phileas 
Fogg  of  two  days  since  his  departure  from  London, 
and  he  calmly  entered  the  fact  in  the  itinerary,  in  the 
column  of  gains. 


CHAPTER  X 


IN  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT  IS  ONLY  TOO  GLAD  TO  GET 
OFF  WITH  THE  LOSS  OF  HIS  SHOES 

Everybody  knows  that  the  great  reversed  triangle  of 
land,  with  its  base  in  the  north  and  its  appex  in  the 
south,  which  is  called  India,  embraces  fourteen 
hundred  thousand  square  miles,  upon  which  is  spread 
unequally  a population  of  one  hundred  and  eighty 
millions  of  souls.  The  British  Crown  exercises  a real 
and  despotic  dominion  over  the  larger  portion  of  this 
vast  country,  and  has  a governor-general  stationed  at 
Calcutta,  governors  at  Madras,  Bombay,  and  in  Ben- 
gal, and  a lieutenant-governor  at  Agra. 

But  British  India,  properly  so  called,  only  embraces 
seven  hundred  thousand  square  miles,  and  a population 
of  from  one  hundred  to  one  hundred  and  ten  millions 
of  inhabitants.  A considerable  portion  of  India  is 
still  free  from  British  authority;  and  there  are  certain 
ferocious  rajahs  in  the  interior  who  are  absolutely 
independent.  The  celebrated  East  India  Company 
was  all-powerful  from  1756,  when  the  English  first 
gained  a foothold  on  the  spot  where  now  stands  the 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  5* 


city  of  Madras,  down  to  the  time  of  the  great  Sepoy 
insurrection.  It  gradually  annexed  province  after 
province,  purchasing  them  of  the  native  chiefs,  whom 
it  seldom  paid,  and  appointed  the  governor-general 
and  his  subordinates,  civil  and  military.  But  the  East 
India  Company  has  now  passed  away,  leaving  th<* 
British  possessions  in  India  directly  under  the  con- 
trol of  the  Crown.  The  aspect  of  the  country,  as 
well  as  manners  and  distinctions  of  race,  is  daily 
changing. 

Formerly  one  was  obliged  to  travel  in  India  by  the 
old  cumbrous  methods  of  going  on  foot  or  on  horse- 
back, in  palanquins  or  unwieldy  coaches ; now  fast 
steamboats  ply  on  the  Indus  and  the  Ganges,  and  a 
great  railway,  with  branch  lines  joining  the  main  line 
at  many  points  on  its  route,  traverses  the  peninsula 
from  Bombay  to  Calcutta  in  three  days.  This  railway 
does  not  run  in  a direct  line  across  India.  The  dis- 
tance between  Bombay  and  Calcutta,  as  the  bird  flies, 
is  only  from  one  thousand  to  eleven  hundred  miles ; but 
the  deflections  of  the  road  increase  this  distance  by 
more  than  a third. 

The  general  route  of  the  Great  Indian  Peninsula 
Railway  is  as  follows: — Leaving  Bombay,  it  passes 
through  Salcette,  crossing  to  the  continent  opposite 
Tannah,  goes  over  the  chain  of  the  Western  Ghauts, 
runs  thence  north-east  as  far  as  Burhampoor,  skirts 
the  nearly  independent  territory  of  Bundelcund, 


<5o  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


ascends  to  Allahabad,  turns  thence  eastwardly,  meet- 
ing the  Ganges  at  Benares,  then  departs  from  the 
river  a little,  and,  descending  south-eastward  by  Bur- 
divan  and  the  French  town  of  Chandernagor,  has  its 
terminus  at  Calcutta. 

The  passengers  of  the  “ Mongolia  ” went  ashore  at 
half-past  four  p.m. ; at  exactly  eight  the  train  would 
start  for  Calcutta. 

Mr.  Fogg,  after  bidding  good-bye  to  his  whist  part- 
ners, left  the  steamer,  gave  his  servant  several  errands 
to  do,  urged  it  upon  him  to  be  at  the  station  promptly 
at  eight,  and,  with  his  regular  step,  which  beat  to  the 
second,  like  an  astronomical  clock,  directed  his  steps  to 
the  passport  office.  As  for  the  wonders  of  Bombay — 
its  famous  city  hall,  its  splendid  library,  its  forts  and 
docks,  its  bazaars,  mosques,  synagogues,  its  Armenian 
churches,  and  the  noble  pagoda  on  Malebar  Hill  with 
its  two  polygonal  towers — lie  cared  not  a straw  to  see 
them.  He  would  not  deign  to  examine  even  the  mas- 
terpieces of  Elephanta,  or  the  mysterious  hypogea, 
concealed  south-east  from  the  docks,  or  those  fine  re- 
mains of  Buddhist  architecture,  the  Kanherian  grot- 
toes of  the  island  of  Salcette. 

Having  transacted  his  business  at  the  passport  office, 
Phileas  Fogg  repaired  quietly  to  the  railway  station, 
where  he  ordered  dinner.  Among  the  dishes  served 
up  to  him,  the  landlord  especially  recommended  a cer- 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


tain  giblet  of  “native  rabbit/1  on  which  he  prided 
himself. 

Mr.  Fogg  accordingly  tasted  the  dish,  but,  despite 
its  spiced  sauce,  found  it  far  from  palatable.  He  rang 
for  the  landlord,  and  on  his  appearance,  said,  fixing  his 
clear  eyes  upon  him,  “ Is  this  rabbit,  sir  ? ” 

“ Yes,  my  lord,”  the  rogue  boldly  replied,  “ rabbit 
from  the  jungles.” 

“ And  this  rabbit  did  not  mew  when  he  was 
killed?” 

“ Mew,  my  lord ! what,  a rabbit  mew ! I swear  to 
you — ” 

“ Be  so  good,  landlord,  as  not  to  swear,  but  remem- 
ber this:  cats  were  formerly  considered,  in  India,  as 
sacred  animals.  That  was  a good  time.” 

“ For  the  cats,  my  lord?  ” 

“ Perhaps  for  the  travellers  as  well ! ” 

After  which  Mr.  Fogg  quietly  continued  his  din- 
ner. Fix  had  gone  on  shore  shortly  after  Mr.  Fogg, 
and  his  first  destination  was  the  head-quarters  of  the 
Bombay  police.  He  made  himself  known  as  a Lon- 
don detective,  told  his  business  at  Bombay,  and  the 
position  of  affairs  relative  to  the  supposed  robber,  and 
nervously  asked  if  a warrant  had  arrived  from  Lon- 
don. It  had  not  reached  the  office ; indeed,  there  had 
not  yet  been  time  for  it  to  arrive.  Fix  was  sorely  dis- 
, appointed,  and  tried  to  obtain  an  order  of  arrest  from 


Se  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


the  director  of  the  Bombay  police.  This  the  director 
refused,  as  the  matter  concerned  the  London  office, 
which  alone  could  legally  deliver  the  warrant.  Fix  did 
not  insist,  and  was  fain  to  resign  himself  to  await  the 
arrival  of  the  important  document;  but  he  was  deter- 
mined not  to  lose  sight  of  the  mysterious  rogue  as 
long  as  he  stayed  in  Bombay.  He  did  not  doubt  for  a 
moment,  any  more  than  Passepartout,  that  Phileas 
Fogg  would  remain  there,  at  least  until  it  was  time  for 
the  warrant  to  arrive. 

Passepartout,  however,  had  no  sooner  heard  his  mas- 
ter’s orders  on  leaving  the  “ Mongolia,”  than  he  saw 
at  once  that  they  were  to  leave  Bombay  as  they  had 
done  Suez  and  Paris,  and  that  the  journey  would  be 
extended  at  least  as  far  as  Calcutta,  and  perhaps  be- 
yond that  place.  He  began  to  ask  himself  if  this  bet 
that  Mr.  Fogg  talked  about  was  not  really  in  good 
earnest,  and  whether  his  fate  was  not  in  truth  forcing 
him,  despite  his  love  of  repose,  around  the  world  in 
eighty  days ! 

Having  purchased  the  usual  quota  of  shirts  and 
socks,  he  took  a leisurely  promenade  about  the  streets, 
where  crowds  of  people  of  many  nationalities — Euro- 
peans, Persians  with  pointed  caps,  Banyas  with  round 
turbans,  Sindes  with  square  bonnets,  Parsees  with 
black  mitres,  and  long-robed  Armenians — were  col- 
lected. It  happened  to  be  the  day  of  a Parsee  festival. 
These  descendants  of  the  sect  of  Zoroaster — the  most 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  6* 


thrifty,  civilized,  intelligent,  and  austere  of  the  East 
Indians,  among  whom  are  counted  the  richest  native 
merchants  of  Bombay — were  celebrating  a sort  of 
religious  carnival,  with  processions  and  shows,  in  the 
midst  of  which  Indian  dancing-girls,  clothed  in  rose- 
coloured  gauze,  looped  up  with  gold  and  silver,  danced 
airily,  but  with  perfect  modesty,  to  the  sound  of  viols 
and  the  clanging  of  tambourines.  It  is  needless  to  say 
that  Passepartout  watched  these  curious  ceremonies 
with  staring  eyes  and  gaping  mouth,  and  that  his 
countenance  was  that  of  the  greenest  booby  imagi- 
nable. 

Unhappily  for  his  master,  as  well  as  himself,  his 
curiosity  drew  him  unconsciously  farther  off  than  he 
intended  to  go.  At  last,  having  seen  the  Parsee  car- 
nival wind  away  in  the  distance,  he  was  turning  his 
steps  toward  the  station,  when  he  happened  to  espy  the 
splendid  pagoda  on  Malebar  Hill,  and  was  seized  with 
an  irresistible  desire  to  see  its  interior.  He  was  quite 
ignorant  that  it  is  forbidden  to  Christians  to  enter  cer- 
tain Indian  temples,  and  that  even  the  faithful  must 
not  go  in  without  first  leaving  their  shoes  outside  the 
door.  It  may  be  said  here  that  the  wise  policy  of  the 
British  Government  severely  punishes  a disregard  of 
the  practices  of  the  native  religions. 

Passepartout,  however,  thinking  no  harm,  went  in 
like  a simple  tourist,  and  was  soon  lost  in  admiration 
of  the  splendid  Brahmin  ornamentation  which  every- 


64  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


where  met  his  eyes,  when  of  a sudden  he  found  himself 
sprawling  on  the  sacred  flagging.  He  looked  up  to 
behold  three  enraged  priests,  who  forthwith  fell  upon 
him,  tore  off  his  shoes,  and  began  to  beat  him  with 
loud,  savage  exclamations.  The  agile  Frenchman  was 
soon  upon  his  feet  again,  and  lost  no  time  in  knocking 
down  two  of  his  long-gowned  adversaries  with  his 
fists  and  a vigorous  application  of  his  toes;  then,  rush- 
ing out  of  the  pagoda  as  fast  as  his  legs  could  carry 
him,  he  soon  escaped  the  third  priest  by  mingling  with 
the  crowd  in  the  streets. 

At  five  minutes  before  eight,  Passepartout,  hatless, 
shoeless,  and  having  in  the  squabble  lost  his  package 
of  shirts  and  socks,  rushed  breathlessly  into  the 
station. 

Fix,  who  had  followed  Mr.  Fogg  to  the  station, 
and  saw  that  he  was  really  going  to  leave  Bombay, 
was  there  upon  the  platform.  He  had  resolved  to 
follow  the  supposed  robber  to  Calcutta,  and  farther,  if 
necessary.  Passepartout  did  not  observe  the  detec- 
tive, who  stood  in  an  obscure  corner ; but  Fix 
heard  him  relate  his  adventures  in  a few  words  to 
Mr.  Fogg. 

“ I hope  that  this  will  not  happen  again,”  said 
Phileas  Fogg,  coldly,  as  he  got  into  the  train.  Poor 
Passepartout,  quite  crestfallen,  followed  his  master 
without  a word.  Fix  was  on  the  point  of  entering 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  65 


another  carriage,  when  an  idea  struck  him  which  in- 
duced him  to  alter  his  plan. 

“ No,  I'll  stay,”  muttered  he.  “ An  offence  has  been 
committed  on  Indian  soil.  I’ve  got  my  man.” 

Just  then  the  locomotive  gave  a sharp  screech,  and 
the  train  passed  out  into  the  darkness  of  the  night. 


CHAPTER  XI 


US  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  SECURES  A CURIOUS  MEANS 
OF  CONVEYANCE  AT  A FABULOUS  PRICE 

The  train  had  started  punctually.  Among  the  pas- 
sengers were  a number  of  officers,  Government  offi- 
cials, and  opium  and  indigo  merchants,  whose  business 
called  them  to  the  eastern  coast.  Passepartout  rode 
in  the  same  carriage  with  his  master,  and  a third  pas- 
senger occupied  a seat  opposite  to  them.  This  was  Sir 
Francis  Cromarty,  one  of  Mr.  Fogg’s  whist  partners 
on  the  “ Mongolia,”  now  on  his  way  to  join  his  corps 
at  Benares.  Sir  Francis  was  a tall,  fair  man  of  fifty, 
who  had  greatly  distinguished  himself  in  the  last 
Sepoy  revolt.  He  made  India  his  home,  only  paying 
brief  visits  to  England  at  rare  intervals;  and  was 
almost  as  familiar  as  a native  with  the.  customs,  his- 
tory, and  character  of  India  and  its  people.  But 
Phileas  Fogg,  who  was  not  travelling,  but  only  de- 
scribing a circumference,  took  no  pains  to  inquire  into 
these  subjects;  he  was  a solid  body,  traversing  an  orbit 
around  the  terrestrial  globe,  according  to  the  laws  of 
rational  mechanics.  He  was  at  this  moment  calcu- 
lating in  his  mind  the  number  of  hours  spent  since  his 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


departure  from  London,  and,  had  it  been  in  his  nature 
to  make  a useless  demonstration,  would  have  rubbed 
his  hands  in  satisfaction.  Sir  Francis  Cromarty  had 
observed  the  oddity  of  his  travelling  companion — 
although  the  only  opportunity  he  had  for  studying  him 
had  been  while  he  was  dealing  the  cards,  and  between 
two  rubbers — and  questioned  himself  whether  a human 
heart  really  beat  beneath  this  cold  exterior,  and 
whether  Phileas  Fogg  had  any  sense  of  the  beauties  of 
nature.  The  brigadier-general  was  free  to  mentally 
confess,  that,  of  all  the  eccentric  persons  he  had  ever 
met,  none  was  comparable  to  this  product  of  the 
exact  sciences. 

Phileas  Fogg  had  not  concealed  from  Sir  Francis 
his  design  of  going  round  the  world,  nor  the  circum- 
stances under  which  he  set  out;  and  the  general  only 
saw  in  the  wager  a useless  eccentricity,  and  a lack  of 
sound  common-sense.  In  the  way  this  strange  gentle- 
man was  going  on,  he  would  leave  the  world  without 
having  done  any  good  to  himself  or  anybody  else. 

An  hour  after  leaving  Bombay  the  train  had  passed 
the  viaducts  and  the  island  of  Salcette,  and  had  got 
into  the  open  country.  At  Callyan  they  reached  the 
junction  of  the  branch  line  which  descends  towards 
south-eastern  India  by  Kandallah  and  Pounah;  and, 
passing  Pauwell,  they  entered  the  defiles  of  the  moun- 
tains, with  their  basalt  bases,  and  their  summits 
crowned  with  thick  and  verdant  forests.  Phileas  Fogg 


68  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


and  Sir  Francis  Cromarty  exchanged  a few  words 
from  time  to  time,  and  now  Sir  Francis,  reviving  the 
conversation,  observed,  “ Some  years  ago,  Mr.  Fogg, 
you  would  have  met  with  a delay  at  this  point,  which 
would  probably  have  lost  you  your  wager.” 

“ How  so,  Sir  Francis?  ” 

“ Because  the  railway  stopped  at  the  base  of  these 
mountains,  which  the  passengers  were  obliged  to  cross 
in  palanquins  or  on  ponies  to  Kandallah,  on  the  other 
side.” 

“ Such  a delay  would  not  have  deranged  my  plans 
in  the  least,”  said  Mr.  Fogg.  “ I have  constantly  fore- 
seen the  likelihood  of  certain  obstacles.” 

“ But,  Mr.  Fogg,”  pursued  Sir  Francis,  “ you  run 
the  risk  of  having  some  difficulty  about  this  worthy 
fellow’s  adventure  at  the  pagoda.”  Passepartout,  his 
feet  comfortably  wrapped  in  his  travelling-blanket,  was 
sound  asleep,  and  did  not  dream  that  anybody  was  talk- 
ing about  him.  “ The  Government  is  very  severe  upon 
that  kind  of  offence.  It  takes  particular  care  that  the 
religious  customs  of  the  Indians  should  be  respected, 
and  if  your  servant  were  caught — ” 

“ Very  well,  Sir  Francis,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg;  " if  he 
had  been  caught  he  would  have  been  condemned  and 
punished,  and  then  would  have  quietly  returned  to 
Europe.  I don’t  see  how  the  affair  could  have  de- 
layed his  master.” 

The  conversation  fell  again.  During  the  night  the 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  69 


train  left  the  mountains  behind,  and  passed  Nassik, 
and  the  next  day  proceeded  over  the  flat,  well-culti- 
vated country  of  the  Khandeish,  with  its  straggling 
villages,  above  which  rose  the  minarets  of  the  pagodas. 
This  fertile  territory  is  watered  by  numerous  small 
rivers  and  limpid  streams,  mostly  tributaries  of  the 
Godavery. 

Passepartout,  on  waking  and  looking  out,  could  not 
realize  that  he  was  actually  crossing  India  in  a railway 
train.  The  locomotive,  guided  by  an  English  engineer 
and  fed  with  English  coal,  threw  out  its  smoke  upon 
cotton,  coffee,  nutmeg,  clove,  and  pepper  plantations, 
while  the  steam  curled  in  spirals  around  groups  of 
palm-trees,  in  the  midst  of  which  were  seen  pictur- 
esque bungalows,  viharis  (a  sort  of  abandoned  mon- 
asteries), and  marvellous  temples  enriched  by  the 
exhaustless  ornamentation  of  Indian  architecture. 
Then  they  came  upon  vast  tracts  extending  to  the 
horizon,  with  jungles  inhabited  by  snakes  and  tigers, 
which  fled  at  the  noise  of  the  train;  succeeded  by 
forests  penetrated  by  the  railway,  and  still  haunted  by 
elephants  which,  with  pensive  eyes,  gazed  at  the  train 
as  it  passed.  The  travellers  crossed,  beyond  Malli- 
gaum,  the  fatal  country  so  often  stained  with  blood 
by  the  sectaries  of  the  goddess  Kali.  Not  far  off  rose 
Ellora,  with  its  graceful  pagodas,  and  the  famous 
Aurungabad,  capital  of  the  ferocious  Aureng-Zeb, 
now  the  chief  town  of  one  of  the  detached  provinces 


TO  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


of  the  kingdom  of  the  Nizam.  It  was  thereabouts  that 
Feringhea,  the  Thuggee  chief,  king  of  the  stranglers, 
held  his  sway.  These  ruffians,  united  by  a secret 
bond,  strangled  victims  of  every  age  in  honour  of  the 
goddess  Death,  without  ever  shedding  blood;  there 
was  a period  when  this  part  of  the  country  could 
scarcely  be  travelled  over  without  corpses  being  found 
in  every  direction.  The  English  Government  has  suc- 
ceeded in  greatly  diminishing  these  murders,  though 
the  Thuggees  still  exist,  and  pursue  the  exercise  of 
their  horrible  rites. 

At  half-past  twelve  the  train  stopped  at  Burham- 
poor,  where  Passepartout  was  able  to  purchase  some 
Indian  slippers,  ornamented  with  false  pearls,  in 
which,  with  evident  vanity,  he  proceeded  to  incase  his 
feet.  The  travellers  made  a hasty  breakfast,  and 
started  off  for  Assurghur,  after  skirting  for  a little 
the  banks  of  the  small  river  Tapty,  which  empties 
into  the  Gulf  of  Cambray,  near  Surat. 

Passepartout  was  now  plunged  into  absorbing 
reverie.  Up  to  his  arrival  at  Bombay,  he  had  enter- 
tained hopes  that  their  journey  would  end  there;  but 
now  that  they  were  plainly'  whirling  across  India  at 
full  speed,  a sudden  change  had  come  over  the  spirit 
of  his  dreams.  His  old  vagabond  nature  returned 
to  him;  the  fantastic  ideas  of  his  youth  once  more 
took  possession  of  him.  He  came  to  regard  his  mas- 
ter’s project  as  intended  in  good  earnest,  believed  in 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  71 


the  reality  of  the  bet,  and  therefore  in  the  tour  of 
the  world,  and  the  necessity  of  making  it  without 
fail  within  the  designated  period.  Already  he  began 
to  worry  about  possible  delays,  and  accidents  which 
might  happen  on  the  way.  He  recognized  himself 
as  being  personally  interested  in  the  wager,  and 
trembled  at  the  thought  that  he  might  have  been  the 
means  of  losing  it  by  his  unpardonable  folly  of  the 
night  before.  Being  much  less  cool-headed  than  Mr. 
Fogg,  he  was  much  more  restless,  counting  and  re- 
counting the  days  passed  over,  uttering  maledictions 
when  the  train  stopped,  and  accusing  it  of  sluggish- 
ness, and  mentally  blaming  Mr.  Fogg  for  not  having 
bribed  the  engineer.  The  worthy  fellow  was  ignorant 
that,  while  it  was  possible  by  such  means  to  hasten  the 
rate  of  a steamer,  it  could  not  be  done  on  the  railway. 

The  train  entered  the  defiles  of  the  Sutpour  Moun- 
tains, which  separate  the  Khandeish  from  Bundel- 
cund,  towards  evening.  The  next  day  Sir  Francis 
Cromarty  asked  Passepartout  what  time  it  was;  to 
which,  on  consulting  his  watch,  he  replied  that  it  was 
three  in  the  morning.  This  famous  timepiece,  always 
regulated  on  the  Greenwich  meridian,  which  was  now 
some  seventy-seven  degrees  westward,  was  at  least 
four  hours  slow.  Sir  Francis  corrected  Passepartout's 
time,  whereupon  the  latter  made  the  same  remark 
that  he  had  done  to  Fix ; and  upon  the  general  insist- 
ing that  the  watch  should  be  regulated  in  each  new 


72  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


meridian,  since  he  was  constantly  going  eastward,  that 
is  in  the  face  of  the  sun,  and  therefore  the  days  were 
shorter  by  four  minutes  for  each  degree  gone  over. 
Passepartout  obstinately  refused  to  alter  his  watch, 
which  he  kept  at  London  time.  It  was  an  innocent 
delusion  which  could  harm  no  one. 

The  train  stopped,  at  eight  o’clock,  in  the  midst  of 
a glade  some  fifteen  miles  beyond  Rothal,  where  there 
were  several  bungalows  and  workmen’s  cabins.  The 
conductor,  passing  along  the  carriages,  shouted,  “ Pas- 
sengers will  get  out  here ! ” 

Phileas  Fogg  looked  at  Sir  Francis  Cromarty  for 
an  explanation;  but  the  general  could  not  tell  what 
meant  a halt  in  the  midst  of  this  forest  of  dates  and 
acacias. 

Passepartout,  not  less  surprised,  rushed  out  and 
speedily  returned,  crying,  “ Monsieur,  no  more  rail- 
way ! ” 

“What  do  you  mean?”  asked  Sir  Francis. 

“ I mean  to  say  that  the  train  isn’t  going  on.” 

The  general  at  once  stepped  out,  while  Phileas  Fogg 
calmly  followed  him,  and  they  proceeded  together  to 
the  conductor. 

“ Where  are  we?”  asked  Sir  Francis. 

“ At  the  hamlet  of  Kholby.” 

“ Do  we  stop  here  ? ” 

“ Certainly.  The  railway  isn’t  finished.” 

What!  not  finished?” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  73 


“ No.  There’s  still  a matter  of  fifty  miles  to  be  laid 
from  here  to  Allahabad,  where  the  line  begins 
again.” 

“ But  the  papers  announced  the  opening  of  the  rail- 
way throughout.” 

“ What  would  you  have,  officer  ? The  papers  were 
mistaken.” 

“Yet  you  sell  tickets  from  Bombay  to  Calcutta,” 
retorted  Sir  Francis,  who  was  growing  warm. 

“ No  doubt,”  replied  the  conductor ; “ but  the  pas- 
sengers know  that  they  must  provide  means  of  trans- 
portation for  themselves  from  Kholby  to  Allahabad.” 

Sir  Francis  was  furious.  Passepartout  would  will- 
ingly have  knocked  the  conductor  down,  and  did  not 
dare  to  look  at  his  master. 

“ Sir  Francis,”  said  Mr.  Fogg,  quietly,  “ we  will,  if 
you  please,  look  about  for  some  means  of  conveyance 
to  Allahabad.” 

“ Mr.  Fogg,  this  is  a delay  greatly  to  your  dis- 
advantage.” 

“No,  Sir  Francis;  it  was  foreseen.” 

“ What ! You  knew  that  the  way — ” 

“ Not  at  all ; but  I knew  that  some  obstacle  or  other 
would  sooner  or  later  arise  on  my  route.  Nothing, 
therefore,  is  lost.  I have  two  days  which  I have 
already  gained  to  sacrifice.  A steamer  leaves  Calcutta 
for  Hong  Kong  at  noon,  on  the  25th.  This  is  the 
22nd,  and  we  shall  reach  Calcutta  in  time.” 


74  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


There  was  nothing  to  say  to  so  confident  a response. 

It  was  but  too  true  that  the  railway  came  to  a ter- 
mination at  this  point.  The  papers  were  like  some 
watches,  which  have  a way  of  getting  too  fast,  and  had 
been  premature  in  their  announcement  of  the  comple- 
tion of  the  line.  The  greater  part  of  the  travellers 
were  aware  of  this  interruption,  and  leaving  the  train, 
they  began  to  engage  such  vehicles  as  the  village  could 
provide — four-wheeled  palkigharis,  waggons  drawn  by 
zebus,  carriages  that  looked  like  perambulating  pago- 
das, palanquins,  ponies,  and  what  not. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis  Cromarty,  after  searching 
the  village  from  end  to  end,  came  back  without  having 
found  anything. 

“ I shall  go  afoot,”  said  Phileas  Fogg. 

Passepartout,  who  had  now  rejoined  his  master, 
made  a wry  grimace,  as  he  thought  of  his  magnificent, 
but  too  frail  Indian  shoes.  Happily  he  too  had  been 
looking  about  him,  and,  after  a moment’s  hesitation, 
said,  “ Monsieur,  I think  I have  found  a means  of 
conveyance.” 

“ What?” 

“ An  elephant ! An  elephant  that  belongs  to  an 
Indian  who  lives  but  a hundred  steps  from  here.” 

“ Let’s  go  and  see  the  elephant,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

They  soon  reached  a small  hut,  near  which,  enclosed 
within  some  high  palings,  was  the  animal  in  question. 
An  Indian  came  out  of  the  hut,  and,  at  their  request, 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  75 


conducted  them  within  the  enclosure.  The  elephant, 
which  its  owner  had  reared,  not  for  a beast  of  burden, 
but  for  warlike  purposes,  was  half  domesticated.  The 
Indian  had  begun  already,  by  often  irritating  him,  and 
feeding  him  every  three  months  on  sugar  and  butter, 
to  impart  to  him  a ferocity  not  in  his  nature,  this 
method  being  often  employed  by  those  who  train  the 
Indian  elephants  for  battle.  Happily,  however,  for  Mr. 
Fogg,  the  animal’s  instruction  in  this  direction  had  not 
gone  far,  and  the  elephant  still  preserved  his  natural 
gentleness.  Kiouni — this  was  the  name  of  the  beast — 
'could  doubtless  travel  rapidly  for  a long  time,  and,  in 
default  of  any  other  means  of  conveyance,  Mr.  Fogg 
resolved  to  hire  him.  But  elephants  are  far  from 
cheap  in  India,  where  they  are  becoming  scarce ; the 
males,  which  alone  are  suitable  for  circus  shows,  are 
much  sought,  especially  as  but  few  of  them  are  domes- 
ticated. When,  therefore,  Mr.  Fogg  proposed  to  the 
Indian  to  hire  Kiouni,  he  refused  point-blank.  Mr. 
Fogg  persisted,  offering  the  excessive  sum  of  ten 
pounds  an  hour  for  the  loan  of  the  beast  to  Allahabad. 
Refused.  Twenty  pounds?  Refused  also.  Forty 
pounds?  Still  refused.  Passepartout  jumped  at  each 
advance;  but  the  Indian  declined  to  be  tempted.  Yet 
the  offer  was  an  alluring  one,  for,  supposing  it  took 
the  elephant  fifteen  hours  to  reach  Allahabad,  his 
owner  would  receive  no  less  than  six  hundred  pounds 
sterling. 


76  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


Phileas  Fogg,  without  getting  in  the  least  flurried, 
then  proposed  to  purchase  the  animal  outright,  and  at 
first  offered  a thousand  pounds  for  him.  The  Indian, 
perhaps  thinking  he  was  going  to  make  a great  bar- 
gain, still  refused. 

Sir  Francis  Cromarty  took  Mr.  Fogg  aside,  and 
begged  him  to  reflect  before  he  went  any  further;  to 
which  that  gentleman  replied  that  he  was  not  in  the 
habit  of  acting  rashly,  that  a bet  of  twenty  thousand 
pounds  was  at  stake,  that  the  elephant  was  absolutely 
necessary  to  him,  and  that  he  would  secure  him  if  he 
had  to  pay  twenty  times  his  value.  Returning  to  the 
Indian,  whose  small,  sharp  eyes,  glistening  with 
avarice,  betrayed  that  with  him  it  was  only  a question 
of  how  great  a price  he  could  obtain,  Mr.  Fogg  offered 
first  twelve  hundred,  then  fifteen  hundred,  eighteen 
hundred,  two  thousand  pounds.  Passepartout,  usually 
so  rubicund,  was  fairly  white  with  suspense. 

At  two  thousand  pounds  the  Indian  yielded. 

“ What  a price,  good  heaven ! ” cried  Passepartout, 
4‘  for  an  elephant ! ” 

It  only  remained  mow  to  find  a guide,  which  was 
comparatively  easy.  A young  Parsee,  with  an  intelli- 
gent face,  offered  his  services,  which  Mr.  Fogg 
accepted,  promising  so  generous  a reward  as  to  mate- 
rially stimulate  his  zeal.  The  elephant  was  led  out  and 
equipped.  The  Parsee,  who  was  an  accomplished 
elephant  driver,  covered  his  back  with  a sort  of  saddle- 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  77 


cloth,  and  attached  to  each  of  his  flanks  some  curiously 
uncomfortable  howdahs. 

Phileas  Fogg  paid  the  Indian  with  some  bank-notes 
which  he  extracted  from  the  famous  carpet-bag,  a pro- 
ceeding that  seemed  to  deprive  poor  Passepartout  of 
his  vitals.  Then  he  offered  to  carry  Sir  Francis  to 
Allahabad,  which  the  brigadier  gratefully  accepted,  as 
one  traveller  the  more  would  not  be  likely  to  fatigue 
the  gigantic  beast.  Provisions  were  purchased  at 
Kholby,  and  while  Sir  Francis  and  Mr.  Fogg  took  the 
howdahs  on  either  side,  Passepartout  got  astride  the 
saddle-cloth  between  them.  The  Parsee  perched  him- 
self on  the  elephant’s  nevck,  and  at  nine  o’clock  they 
set  out  from  the  village,  the  animal  marching  off 
through  the  dense  forest  of  palms  by  the  shortest  cut. 


CHAPTER  XII 


IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  AND  HIS  COMPANIONS  VEN- 
TURE ACROSS  THE  INDIAN  FORESTS,  AND  WHAT 
ENSUED 

In  order  to  shorten  the  journey,  the  guide  passed  to 
the  left  of  the  line  where  the  railway  was  still  in  pro- 
cess of  being  built.  This  line,  owing  to  the  capricious 
turnings  of  the  Vindhia  Mountains,  did  not  pursue  a 
straight  course.  The  Parsee,  who  was  quite  familiar 
with  the  roads  and  paths  in  the  district,  declared  that 
they  would  gain  twenty  miles  by  striking  directly 
through  the  forest. 

Phileas  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis  Cromarty,  plunged  to 
ttie  neck  in  the  peculiar  howdahs  provided  for  them, 
were  horribly  jostled  by  the  swift  trotting  of  the 
elephant,  spurred  on  as  he  was  by  the  skilful  Parsee ; 
but  they  endured  the  discomfort  with  true  British 
phlegm,  talking  little,  and  scarcely  able  to  catch  a 
glimpse  of  each  other.  As  for  Passepartout,  who  was 
mounted  on  the  beast's  back,  and  received  the  direct 
force  of  each  concussion  as  he  trod  along,  he  was 
very  careful,  in  accordance  with  his  master's  advice, 
to  keep  his  tongue  from  between  his  teeth,  as  it  would 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  79 


otherwise  have  been  bitten  off  short.  The  worthy 
fellow  bounced  from  the  elephant's  neck  to  his  rump, 
and  vaulted  like  a clown  on  a spring-board;  yet  he 
laughed  in  the  midst  of  his  bouncing,  and  from  time  to 
time  took  a piece  of  sugar  out  of  his  pocket,  and 
inserted  it  in  Kiouni's  trunk,  who  received  it  without 
in  the  least  slackening  his  regular  trot. 

After  two  hours  the  guide  stopped  the  elephant,  and 
gave  him  an  hour  for  rest,  during  which  Kiouni,  after 
quenching  his  thirst  at  a neighbouring  spring,  set  to 
devouring  the  branches  and  shrubs  round  about  him. 
Neither  Sir  Francis  nor  Mr.  Fogg  regretted  the  delay, 
and  both  descended  with  a feeling  of  relief.  “ Why, 
he's  made  of  iron ! " exclaimed  the  general,  gazing 
admiringly  on  Kiouni. 

“ Of  forged  iron,"  replied  Passepartout,  as  he  set 
about  preparing  a hasty  breakfast. 

At  noon  the  Parsee  gave  the  signal  of  departure. 
The  country  soon  presented  a very  savage  aspect. 
Copses  of  dates  and  dwarf-palms  succeeded  the  dense 
forests ; then  vast,  dry  plains,  dotted  with  scanty 
shrubs,  and  sown  with  great  blocks  of  syenite.  All 
this  portion  of  Bundelcund,  which  is  little  frequented 
by  travellers,  is  inhabited  by  a fanatical  population, 
hardened  in  the  most  horrible  practices  of  the  Hindoo 
faith.  The  English  have  not  been  able  to  secure  com- 
plete dominion  over  this  territory,  which  is  subjected 
to  the  influence  of  rajahs,  whom  it  is  almost  impossible 


8o  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


to  reach  in  their  inaccessible  mountain  fastnesses.  The 
travellers  several  times  saw  bands  of  ferocious  Indians, 
who,  when  they  perceived  the  elephant  striding  across 
country,  made  angry  and  threatening  motions.  The 
Parsee  avoided  them  as  much  as  possible.  Few  ani- 
mals were  observed  on  the  route;  even  the  monkeys 
hurried  from  their  path  with  contortions  and  grimaces 
which  convulsed  Passepartout  with  laughter. 

In  the  midst  of  his  gaiety,  however,  one  thought 
troubled  the  worthy  servant.  What  would  Mr.  Fogg 
do  with  the  elephant,  when  he  got  to  Allahabad? 
Would  he  carry  him  on  with  him?  Impossible!  The 
cost  of  transporting  him  would  make  him  ruinously 
expensive.  Would  he  sell  him,  or  set  him  free?  The 
estimable  beast  certainly  deserved  some  consideration. 
Should  Mr.  Fogg  choose  to  make  him,  Passepartout, 
a present  of  Kiouni,  he  would  be  very  much  embar- 
rassed; and  these  thoughts  did  not  cease  worrying 
him  for  a long  time. 

The  principal  chain  of  the  Vindhias  was  crossed  by 
eight  in  the  evening,  and  another  halt  was  made  on 
the  northern  slope,  in  a ruined  bungalow.  They  had 
gone  nearly  twenty-five  miles  that  day,  and  an  equal 
distance  still  separated  them  from  the  station  of 
Allahabad. 

The  night  was  cold.  The  Parsee  lit  a fire  in  the 
bungalow  with  a few  dry  branches,  and  the  warmth 
was  very  grateful.  The  provisions  purchased  at 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  81 


Kholby  sufficed  for  supper,  and  the  travellers  ate  raven- 
ously. The  conversation,  beginning  with  a few  dis- 
connected phrases,  soon  gave  place  to  loud  and  steady 
snores.  The  guide  watched  Kiouni,  who  slept  stand- 
ing, bolstering  himself  against  the  trunk  of  a large 
tree.  Nothing  occurred  during  the  night  to  disturb 
the  slumbers,  although  occasional  growls  from  pan- 
thers and  chatterings  of  monkeys  broke  the  silence; 
the  more  formidable  beasts  made  no  cries  or  hostile 
demonstration  against  the  occupants  of  the  bungalow. 
Sir  Francis  slept  heavily,  like  an  honest  soldier  over- 
come with  fatigue.  Passepartout  was  wrapped  in 
uneasy  dreams  of  the  bouncing  of  the  day  before.  As 
for  Mr.  Fogg,  he  slumbered  as  peacefully  as  if  he  had 
been  in  his  serene  mansion  in  Saville  Row. 

The  journey  was  resumed  at  six  in  the  morning; 
the  guide  hoped  to  reach  Allahabad  by  evening.  In 
that  case,  Mr.  Fogg  would  only  lose  a part  of  the 
forty-eight  hours  saved  since  the  beginning  of  the 
tour.  Kiouni,  resuming  his  rapid  gait,  soon  descended 
the  lower  spurs  of  the  Vindhias,  and  towards  noon  they 
passed  by  the  village  of  Kallenger,  on  the  Cani,  one  of 
the  branches  of  the  Ganges.  The  guide  avoided  in- 
habited places,  thinking  it  safer  to  keep  the  open 
country,  which  lies  along  the  first  depressions  of  the 
basin  of  the  great  river.  Allahabad  was  now  only 
twelve  miles  to  the  north-east.  They  stopped  under 
a clump  of  bananas,  the  fruit  of  which,  as  healthy  as 


82  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


bread  and  as  succulent  as  cream,  was  amply  partaken 
of  and  appreciated. 

At  two  o’clock  the  guide  entered  a thick  forest  which 
extended  several  miles;  he  preferred  to  travel  und^r 
£over  of  the  woods.  They  had  not  as  yet  had  any 
unpleasant  encounters,  and  the  journey  seemed  on  the 
point  of  being  successfully  accomplished,  when  the 
elephant,  becoming  restless,  suddenly  stopped. 

It  was  then  four  o’clock. 

“What’s  the  matter?”  asked  Sir  Francis,  putting 
out  his  head. 

“ I don’t  know,  officer,”  replied  the  Parsee,  listening 
attentively  to  a confused  murmur  which  came  through 
the  thick  branches. 

The  murmur  soon  become  more  distinct;  it  now 
seemed  like  a distant  concert  of  human  voices  accom- 
panied by  brass  instruments.  Passepartout  was  all 
eyes  and  ears.  Mr.  Fogg  patiently  waited  without  a 
word.  The  Parsee  jumped  to  the  ground,  fastened  the 
elephant  to  a tree,  and  plunged  into  the  thicket.  He 
soon  returned,  saying, — 

“ A procession  of  Brahmins  is  coming  this  way.  We 
must  prevent  their  seeing  us,  if  possible.” 

The  guide  unloosed  the  elephant  and  led  him  into  a 
thicket,  at  the  same  time  asking  the  travellers  not  to 
stir.  He  held  himself  ready  to  bestride  the  animal  at 
a moment's  notice,  should  flight  become  necessary  : 
but  he  evidently  thought  that  the  procession  of  the 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  8 3 


faithful  would  pass  without  perceiving  them  amid  the 
thick  foliage,  in  which  they  were  wholly  concealed. 

The  discordant  tones  of  the  voices  and  instruments 
drew  nearer,  and  now  droning  songs  mingled  with  the 
sound  of  the  tambourines  and  cymbals.  The  head  of 
the  procession  soon  appeared  beneath  the  trees,  a hun- 
dred paces  away;  and  the  strange  figures  who  per- 
formed the  religious  ceremony  were  easily  dis- 
tinguished through  the  branches.  First  came  the 
priests,  with  mitres  on  their  heads,  and  clothed  in 
long  lace  robes.  They  were  surrounded  by  men, 
women,  and  children,  who  sang  a kind  of  lugubrious 
psalm,  interrupted  at  regular  intervals  by  the  tam- 
bourines and  cymbals;  while  behind  them  was  drawn 
a car  with  large  wheels,  the  spokes  of  which  repre- 
sented serpents  entwined  with  each  other.  Upon  the 
car,  which  was  drawn  by  four  richly  caparisoned 
zebus,  stood  a hideous  statue  with  four  arms,  the 
body  coloured  a dull  red,  with  haggard  eyes,  dishev- 
elled hair,  protruding  tongue,  and  lips  tinted  with 
betel.  It  stood  upright  upon  the  figure  of  a prostrate 
and  headless  giant. 

Sir  Francis,  recognizing  the  statue,  whispered,  “ The 
goddess  Kali ; the  goddess  of  love  and  death. ” 

“ Of  death,  perhaps/'  muttered  back  Passepartout, 
“ but  of  love — that  ugly  old  hag?  Never ! ” 

The  Parsee  made  a motion  to  keep  silence. 

A group  of  old  fakirs  were  capering  and  making  a 


84  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


wild  ado  around  the  statue;  these  were  striped  with 
ochre,  and  covered  with  cuts  whence  their  blood  issued 
drop  by  drop, — stupid  fanatics,  who,  in  the  great 
Indian  ceremonies,  still  throw  themselves  under  the 
wheels  of  Juggernaut.  Some  Brahmins,  clad  in  all 
the  sumptuousness  of  Oriental  apparel,  and  leading 
a woman  who  faltered  at  every  step,  followed.  This 
woman  was  young,  and  as  fair  as  a European.  Her 
head  and  neck,  shoulders,  ears,  arms,  hands,  and  toes, 
were  loaded  down  with  jewels  and  gems, — -with  brace- 
lets, earrings,  and  rings;  while  a tunic  bordered  with 
gold,  and  covered  with  a light  muslin  robe,  betrayed 
the  outline  of  her  form. 

The  guards  who  followed  the  young  woman  pre- 
sented a violent  contrast  to  her,  armed  as  they  were 
with  naked  sabres  hung  at  their  waists,  and  long  dama- 
sceened  pistols,  and  bearing  a corpse  on  a palanquin. 
It  was  the  body  of  an  old  man,  gorgeously  arrayed  in 
the  habiliments  of  a rajah,  wearing,  as  in  life,  a turban 
embroidered  with  pearls,  a robe  of  tissue  of  silk  and 
gold,  a scarf  of  cashmere  sewed  with  diamonds,  and 
the  magnificent  weapons  of  a Hindoo  prince.  Next 
came  the  musicians  and  a rearguard  of  capering  fakirs, 
whose  cries  sometimes  drowned  the  noise  of  the  instru- 
ments; these  closed  the  procession* 

Sir  Francis  watched  the  procession  with  a sad  coun- 
tenance, and,  turning  to  the  guide,  said,  “ A suttee.” 

The  Parsee  nodded,  and  put  his  finger  to  his  lips. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  85 


The  procession  slowly  wound  under  the  trees,  and  soon 
its  last  ranks  disappeared  in  the  depths  of  the  wood. 
The  songs  gradually  died  away;  occasionally  cries 
were  heard  in  the  distance,  until  at  last  all  was  silence 
again. 

Phileas  Fogg  had  heard  what  Sir  Francis  said,  and, 
as  soon  as  the  procession  had  disappeared,  asked, 
“ What  is  a * suttee  ’ ? ” 

“ A suttee,”  returned  the  general,  “ is  a human  sacri- 
fice, but  a voluntary  one.  The  woman  you  have  just 
seen  will  be  burned  to-morrow  at  the  dawn  of  day.” 

“ Oh,  the  scoundrels ! ” cried  Passepartout,  who 
could  not  repress  his  indignation. 

“And  the  corpse?”  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ Is  that  of  the  prince,  her  husband,”  said  the  guide ; 
“ an  independent  rajah  of  Bundelcund.” 

“ Is  it  possible,”  resumed  Phileas  Fogg,  his  voice 
betraying  not  the  least  emotion,  “ that  these  barbarous 
customs  still  exist  in  India,  and  that  the  English  have 
been  unable  to  put  a stop  to  them  ? ” 

“ These  sacrifices  do  not  occur  in  the  larger  portion 
of  India,”  replied  Sir  Francis;  “but  we  have  no  power 
over  these  savage  territories,  and  especially  here  in 
Bundelcund.  The  whole  district  north  of  the  Vind- 
hias  is  the  theatre  of  incessant  murders  and  pillage.” 
“ The  poor  wretch ! ” exclaimed  Passepartout,  “ to 
be  burned  alive ! ” 

“Yes,”  returned  Sir  Francis,  “burned  alive.  And 


86  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


if  she  were  not,  you  cannot  conceive  what  treatment 
she  would  be  obliged  to  submit  to  from  her  relatives. 
They  would  shave  off  her  hair,  feed  her  on  a scanty 
allowance  of  rice,  treat  her  with  contempt ; she  would 
be  looked  upon  as  an  unclean  [creature,  and  would  die 
in  some  corner,  like  a scurvy  dog.  The  prospect  of 
so  frightful  an  existence  drives  these  poor  creatures  to 
the  sacrifice  much  more  than  love  or  religious  fanati- 
cism. Sometimes,  however,  the  sacrifice  is  really  vol- 
untary, and  it  requires  the  active  interference  of  the 
Government  to  prevent  it.  Several  years  ago,  when  I 
was  living  at  Bombay,  a young  widow  asked  per- 
mission of  the  governor  to  be  burned  along  with  her 
husband’s  body ; but,  as  you  may  imagine,  he  refused. 
The  woman  left  the  town,  took  refuge  with  an  inde- 
pendent rajah,  and  there  carried  out  her  self-devoted 
purpose.” 

While  Sir  Francis  was  speaking,  the  guide  shook  his 
head  several  times,  and  now  said,  “ The  sacrifice 
Which  will  take  place  to-morrow  at  dawn  is  not  a 
voluntary  one.” 

“ How  do  you  know  ? ” 

Si  Everybody  knows  about  this  affair  in  Bundelcund.” 
“ But  the  wretched  creature  did  not  seem  to  be  mak- 
ing any  resistance,”  observed  Sir  Francis. 

“ That  was  because  they  had  intoxicated  her  with 
fumes  of  hemp  and  opium.” 

“ But  where  are  they  taking  her  ? 99 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  87 


“ To  the  pagoda  of  Pillaji,  two  miles  from  here;  she 
will  pass  the  night  there.” 

“ And  the  sacrifice  will  take  place — ” 

“ To-morrow,  at  the  first  light  of  dawn.” 

The  guide  now  led  the  elephant  out  of  the  thicket, 
and  leaped  upon  his  neck.  Just  at  the  moment  that  he 
was  about  to  urge  Kiouni  forward  with  a peculiar 
whistle,  Mr.  Fogg  stopped  him,  and,  turning  to  Sir 
Francis  Cromarty,  said,  “ Suppose  we  save  this 
woman.” 

“ Save  the  woman,  Mr.  Fogg ! ” 

“ I have  yet  twelve  hours  to  spare ; I can  devote 
them  to  that.”  - 

“ Why,  you  are  a man  of  heart ! ” 

“ Sometimes,”  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  quietly;  “ when 
I have  the  time.” 


V 


CHAPTER  XIII 


IN  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT  RECEIVES  A NEW  PROOF 
THAT  FORTUNE  FAVOURS  THE  BRAVE 

The  project  was  a bold  one,  full  of  difficulty,  perhaps 
impracticable.  Mr.  Fogg  was  going  to  risk  life,  or  at 
least  liberty,  and  therefore  the  success  of  his  tour.  But 
he  did  not  hesitate,  and  he  found  in  Sir  Francis  Cro- 
marty an  enthusiastic  ally. 

As  for  Passepartout,  he  was  ready  for  anything  that 
might  be  proposed.  His  master’s  idea  charmed  him; 
he  perceived  a heart,  a soul,  under  that. icy  exterior. 
He  began  to  love  Phileas  Fogg. 

There  remained  the  guide:  what  course  would  he 
adopt?  would  he  not  take  part  with  the  Indians?  In 
default  of  his  assistance,  it  was  necessary  to  be  assured 
of  his  neutrality. 

Sir  Francis  frankly  put  the  question  to  him. 

“ Officers,”  replied  the  guide,  “ I am  a Parsee,  and 
this  woman  is  a Parsee.  Command  me  as  you  will.” 

“ Excellent,”  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ However,”  resumed  the  guide,  “ it  is  certain,  not 
only  that  we  shall  risk  our  lives,  but  horrible  tortures, 
if  we. are  taken.” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  89 


“ That  is  foreseen/’  replied  Mr.  Fogg.  “ I think  we 
must  wait  till  night  before  acting.” 

“ I think  so,”  said  the  guide. 

The  worthy  Indian  then  gave  some  account  of  the 
victim,  who,  he  said,  was  a celebrated  beauty  of  the 
Parsee  race,  and  the  daughter  of  a wealthy  Bombay 
merchant.  She  had  received  a thoroughly  English 
education  in  that  city,  and,  from  her  manners  and 
intelligence,  would  be  thought  an  European.  Her  name 
was  Aouda.  Left  an  orphan,  she  was  married  against 
her  will  to  the  old  rajah  of  Bundelcund;  and,  know- 
ing the  fate  that  awaited  her,  she  escaped,  was  retaken, 
and  devoted  by  the  rajah’s  relatives,  who  had  an  in- 
terest in  her  death,  to  the  sacrifice  from  which  it 
seemed  she  could  not  escape. 

The  Parsee’s  narrative  only  confirmed  Mr.  Fqgg 
and  his  companions  in  their  generous  design.  It  was 
decided  that  the  guide  should  direct  the  elephant 
towards  the  pagoda  of  Pillaji,  which  he  accordingly 
approached  as  quickly  as  possible.  They  halted,  half 
an  hour  afterwards,  in  a copse,  some  five  hundred 
feet  from  the  pagoda,  where  they  were  well  concealed ; 
but  they  could  hear  the  groans  and  cries  of  the  fakirs 
distinctly. 

They  then  discussed  the  means  of  getting  at  the 
victim.  The  guide  was  familiar  with  the  pagoda  of 
Pillaji,  in  which,  as  he  declared,  the  young  woman  was 
imprisoned.  Could  they  enter  any  of  its  doors  while 


90  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


the  whole  party  of  Indians  was  plunged  in  a drunken 
sleep,  or  was  it  safer  to  attempt  to  make  a hole  in  the 
walls  ? 

This  could  only  be  determined  at  the  moment 
and  the  place  themselves;  but  it  was  certain  that  the 
abduction  must  be  made  that  night,  and  not  when,  at 
break  of  day,  the  victim  was  led  to  her  funeral  pyre. 
Then  no  human  intervention  could  save  her. 

As  soon  as  night  fell,  about  six  o'clock,  they  decided 
to  make  a reconnoissance  around  the  pagoda.  The 
cries  of  the  fakirs  were  just  ceasing;  the  Indians  were 
in  the  act  of  plunging  themselves  into  the  drunken- 
ness caused  by  liquid  opium  mingled  with  hemp,  and 
it  might  be  possible  to  slip  between  them  to  the  temple 
itself. 

The  Parsee,  leading  the  others,  noiselessly  crept 
through  the  wood,  and  in  ten  minutes  they  found  them- 
selves on  the  banks  of  a small  stream,  whence,  by  the 
light  of  the  rosin  torches,  they  perceived  a pyre  of 
wood,  on  the  top  of  which  lay  the  embalmed  body  of 
the  rajah,  which  was  to  be  burned  with  his  wife.  The 
pagoda,  whose  minarets  loomed  above  the  trees  in  the 
deepening  dusk,  stood  a hundred  steps  away. 

“ Come ! ” whispered  the  guide. 

He  slipped  more  cautiously  than  ever  through  the 
brush,  followed  by  his  companions;  the  silence  around 
was  only  broken  by  the  low  murmuring  of  the  wind 
among  the  branches. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  9^ 


Soon  the  Parsee  stopped  on  the  borders  of  the  glade, 
which  was  lit  up  by  the  torches.  The  ground  was 
covered  by  groups  of  the  Indians,  motionless  in  their 
drunken  sleep;  it  seemed  a battle-field  strewn  with  the 
dead.  Men,  women  and  children  lay  together. 

In  the  background,  among  the  trees,  the  pagoda  of 
Pillaji  loomed  indistinctly.  Much  to  the  guide's  dis- 
appointment, the  guards  of  the  rajah,  lighted  by 
torches,  were  watching  at  the  doors  and  marching  to 
and  fro  with  naked  sabres;  probably  the  priests,  too, 
were  watching  within. 

The  Parsee,  now  convinced  that  it  was  impossible  to 
force  an  entrance  to  the  temple,  advanced  no  farther,, 
but  led  his  companions  back  again.  Phileas  Fogg  and 
Sir  Francis  Cromarty  also  saw  that  nothing  could  be 
attempted  in  that  direction.  They  stopped,  and  engaged 
in  a whispered  colloquy. 

“ It  is  only  eight  now,"  said  the  brigadier,  “ and 
these  guards  may  also  go  to  sleep." 

“ It  is  not  impossible,"  returned  the  Parsee. 

They  lay  down  at  the  foot  of  a tall  tree,  and 
waited. 

The  time  seemed  long ; the  guide  ever  and  anon  left 
them  to  take  an  observation  on  the  edge  of  the  wood, 
but  the  guards  watched  steadily  by  the  glare  of  the 
torches,  and  a dim  light  crept  through  the  windows  of 
the  pagoda. 

They  waited  till  midnight;  but  no  change  took  place 


92  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


among  the  guards,  and  it  became  apparent  that  their 
yielding  to  sleep  could  not  be  counted  on.  The  other 
plan  must  be  carried  out;  an  opening  in  the  walls  of 
the  pagoda  must  be  made.  It  remained  to  ascertain 
whether  the  priests  were  watching  by  the  side  of  their 
victim  as  assiduously  as  were  the  soldiers  at  the 
door. 

After  a last  consultation,  the  guide  announced  that 
he  was  ready  for  the  attempt,  and  advanced,  followed 
by  the  others.  They  took  a roundabout  way,  so  as  to 
get  at  the  pagoda  on  the  rear.  They  reached  the  walls 
about  half-past  twelve,  without  having  met  any  one; 
here  there  was  no  guard,  nor  were  there  either  win- 
dows or  doors. 

The  night  was  dark.  The  moon,  on  the  wane, 
scarcely  left  the  horizon,  and  was  covered  with  heavy 
clouds;  the  height  of  the  trees  deepened  the  dark- 
ness. 

It  was  not  enough  to  reach  the  walls ; an  opening  in 
them  must  be  accomplished,  and  to  attain  this  purpose 
the  party  only  had  their  pocket-knives.  Happily  the 
temple  walls  were  built  of  brick  and  wood,  which  could 
be  penetrated  with  little  difficulty ; after  one  brick  had 
been  taken  out,  the  rest  would  yield  easily. 

They  set  noiselessly  to  work,  and  the  Parsee  on  one 
side  and  Passepartout  on  the  other  began  to  loosen  the 
bricks,  so  as  to  make  an  aperture  two  feet  wide.  They 
were  getting  on  rapidly,  when  suddenly  a cry  was 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  93 


heard  in  the  interior  of  the  temple,  followed  almost 
instantly  by  other  cries  replying  from  the  outside.  Pas- 
separtout and  the  guide  stopped.  Had  they  been 
heard?  Was  the  alarm  being  given?  Common  pru- 
dence urged  them  to  retire,  and  they  did  so,  followed 
by  Phileas  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis.  They  again  hid 
themselves  in  the  wood,  and  waited  till  the  disturb- 
ance, whatever  it  might  be,  ceased,  holding  themselves 
ready  to  resume  their  attempt  without  delay.  But, 
awkwardly  enough,  the  guards  now  appeared  at  the 
rear  of  the  temple,  and  there  installed  themselves,  in 
readiness  to  prevent  a surprise. 

It  would  be  difficult  to  describe  the  disappointment 
of  the  party,  thus  interrupted  in  their  work.  They 
could  not  now  reach  the  victim ; how,  then,  could  they 
save  her?  Sir  Francis  shook  his  fists,  Passepartout 
was  beside  himself,  and  the  guide  gnashed  his  teeth 
with  rage.  The  tranquil  Fogg  waited,  without  betray- 
ing any  emotion. 

“ We  have  nothing  to  do  but  to  go  away,”  whis- 
pered Sir  Francis. 

“ Nothing  but  to  go  away,”  echoed  the  guide. 

“ Stop,”  said  Fogg.  “ I am  only  due  at  Allahabad 
to-morrow  before  noon.” 

“ But  what  can  you  hope  to  do?  ” asked  Sir  Francis. 
“ In  a few  hours  it  will  be  daylight,  and — ” 

“ The  chance  which  now  seems  lost  may  present  itself 
at  the  last  moment,” 


94  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 

Sir  Francis  would  have  liked  to  read  Phileas  Fogg's 
eyes. 

What  was  this  cool  Englishman  thinking  of?  Was 
he  planning  to  make  a rush  for  the  young  woman  at 
the  very  moment  of  the  sacrifice,  and  boldly  snatch  her 
from  her  executioners? 

This  would  be  utter  folly,  and  it  was  hard  to  admit 
that  Fogg  was  such  a fool.  Sir  Francis  consented, 
however,  to  remain  to  the  end  of  this  terrible  drama. 
The  guide  led  them  to  the  rear  of  the  glade,  where 
they  were  able  to  observe  the  sleeping  groups. 

Meanwhile  Passepartout,  who  had  perched  himself 
on  the  lower  branches  of  a tree,  was  revolving  an  idea 
which  had  at  first  struck  him  like  a flash,  and  which 
was  now  firmly  lodged  in  his  brain. 

He  had  commenced  by  saying  to  himself,  “ What 
folly ! ” and  then  he  repeated,  “ Why  not,  after  all  ? 
It's  a chance, — perhaps  the  only  one;  and  with  such 
sots ! ” 

Thinking  thus,  he  slipped,  with  the  suppleness  of 
a serpent,  to  the  lowest  branches,  the  ends  of  which 
bent  almost  to  the  ground. 

The  hours  passed,  and  the  lighter  shades  now 
announced  the  approach  of  day,  though  it  was  not  yet 
light.  This  was  the  moment.  The  slumbering  multi- 
tude became  animated,  the  tambourines  sounded,  songs 
and  cries  arose;  the  hour  of  the  sacrifice  had  come. 
The  doors  of  the  pagoda  swung  open,  and  a bright 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  95 


light  escaped  from  its  interior,  in  the  midst  of  which 
Mr.  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis  espied  the  victim.  She 
seemed,  having  shaken  off  the  stupor  of  intoxication, 
to  be  striving  to  escape  from  her  executioner.  Sir 
Francis's  heart  throbbed;  and  convulsively  seizing  Mr. 
Fogg's  hand,  found  in  it  an  open  knife.  Just  at  this 
moment  the  crowd  began  to  move.  The  young  woman 
had  again  fallen  into  a stupor,  caused  by  the  fumes  of 
hemp,  and  passed  among  the  fakirs,  who  escorted  her 
with  their  wild,  religious  cries. 

Phileas  Fogg  and  his  companions,  mingling  in  the 
rear  ranks  of  the  crowd,  followed ; and  in  two  minutes 
they  reached  the  banks  of  the  stream,  and  stopped  fifty 
paces  from  the  pyre,  upon  which  still  lay  the  rajah's 
corpse.  In  the  semi-obscurity  they  saw  the  victim, 
quite  senseless,  stretched  out  beside  her  husband's  body. 
Then  a torch  was  brought,  and  the  wood,  soaked  with 
oil,  instantly  took  fire. 

At  this  moment  Sir  Francis  and  the  guide  seized 
Phileas  Fogg,  who,  in  an  instant  of  mad  generosity, 
was  about  to  rush  upon  the  pyre.  But  he  had  quickly 
pushed  them  aside,  when  the  whole  scene  suddenly 
changed.  A cry  of  terror  arose.  The  whole  multi- 
tude prostrated  themselves,  terror-stricken,  on  the 
ground. 

The  old  rajah  was  not  dead,  then,  since  he  rose  of  a 
sudden,  like  a spectre,  took  up  his  wife  in  his  arms, 
and  descended  from  the  pyre  in  the  midst  of  the  clouds 


96  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


of  smoke,  which  only  heightened  his  ghostly  appear- 
ance. 

Fakirs  and  soldiers  and  priests,  seized  with  instant 
terror,  lay  there,  with  their  faces  on  the  ground,  not 
daring  to  lift  their  eyes  and  behold  such  a prodigy. 

The  inanimate  victim  was  borne  along  by  the  vigor- 
ous arms  which  supported  her,  and  which  she  did  not 
seem  in  the  least  to  burden.  Mr.  Fogg  and  Sir  Francis 
stood  erect,  the  Parsee  bowed  his  head,  and  Passepar- 
tout was,  no  doubt,  scarcely  less  stupefied. 

The  resuscitated  rajah  approached  Sir  Francis  and 
Mr.  Fogg;  and,  in  an  abrupt  tone,  said,  “ Let  us  be 
off!” 

It  was  Passepartout  himself,  who  had  slipped  upon 
the  pyre  in  the  midst  of  the  smoke  and,  profiting  by  the 
still  overhanging  darkness,  had  delivered  the  young 
woman  from  death!  It  was  Passepartout  who,  play- 
ing his  part  with  a happy  audacity,  had  passed  through 
the  crowd  amid  the  general  terror. 

A moment  after  all  four  of  the  party  had  disap- 
peared in  the  woods,  and  the  elephant  was  bearing 
them  av/ay  at  a rapid  pace.  But  the  cries  and  noise, 
and  a ball  which  whizzed  through  Phileas  Fogg’s 
hat,  apprised  them  that  the  trick  had  been  dis- 
covered. 

The  old  rajah’s  body,  indeed,  now  appeared  upon  the 
burning  pyre;  and  the  priests,  recovered  from  their 
terror,  perceived  that  an  abduction  had  taken  place. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  9 7 


They  hastened  into  the  forest,  followed  by  the  soldiers, 
who  fired  a volley  after  the  fugitives;  but  the  latter 
rapidly  increased  the  distance  between  them,  and  ere 
long  found  themselves  beyond  the  reach  of  the  bullets 
and  arrows. 


CHAPTER  XIV 


IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  DESCENDS  THE  WHOLE  LENGTH 
OF  THE  BEAUTIFUL  VALLEY  OF  THE  GANGES  WITH- 
OUT EVER  THINKING  OF  SEEING  IT 

The  rash  exploit  had  been  accomplished;  and  for  an 
hour  Passepartout  laughed  gaily  at  his  success.  Sir 
Francis  pressed  the  worthy  fellow's  hand,  and  his 
master  said,  “ Well  done ! ” which,  from  him,  was  high 
commendation ; to  which  Passepartout  replied  that  all 
the  credit  of  the  affair  belonged  to  Mr.  Fogg.  As  for 
him,  he  had  only  been  struck  with  a “ queer  ” idea ; 
and  he  laughed  to  think  that  for  a few  moments  he, 
Passepartout,  the  ex-gymnast,  ex-sergeant  fireman, 
had  been  the  spouse  of  a charming  woman,  a venerable, 
embalmed  rajah!  As  for  the  young  Indian  woman, 
she  had  been  unconscious  throughout  of  what  was 
passing,  and  now,  wrapped  up  in  a travelling-blanket, 
was  reposing  in  one  of  the  howdahs. 

The  elephant,  thanks  to  the  skilful  guidance  of  the 
Parsee,  was  advancing  rapidly  through  the  still  dark- 
some forest,  and,  an  hour  after  leaving  the  pagoda, 
had  crossed  a vast  plain.  They  made  a halt  at  seven 
o'clock,  the  young  woman  being  still  in  a state  of  com- 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  gg 


plete  prostration.  The  guide  made  her  drink  a little 
brandy  and  water,  but  the  drowsiness  which  stupefied 
her  could  not  yet  be  shaken  off.  Sir  Francis,  who  was 
familiar  with  the  effects  of  the  intoxication  produced 
by  the  fumes  of  hemp,  reassured  his  companions  on 
her  account.  But  he  was  more  disturbed  at  the  pros- 
pect of  her  future  fate.  He  told  Phileas  Fogg  that, 
should  Aouda  remain  in  India,  she  would  inevitably 
fall  again  into  the  hands  of  her  executioners.  These 
fanatics  were  scattered  throughout  the  country,  and 
would,  despite  the  English  police,  recover  their  victim 
at  Madras,  Bombay,  or  Calcutta.  She  would  only  be 
safe  by  quitting  India  for  ever. 

Phileas  Fogg  replied  that  he  would  reflect  upon  the 
matter. 

The  station  at  Allahabad  was  reached  about  ten 
o’clock,  and  the  interrupted  line  of  railway  being  re- 
sumed, would  enable  them  to  reach  Calcutta  in  less 
than  twenty-four  hours.  Phileas  Fogg  would  thus 
be  able  to  arrive  in  time  to  take  the  steamer  which  left 
Calcutta  the  next  day,  October  25th,  at  noon,  for 
Hong  Kong. 

The  young  woman  was  placed  in  one  of  the  waiting- 
rooms  of  the  station,  whilst  Passepartout  was  charged 
with  purchasing  for  her  various  articles  of  toilet,  a 
dress,  shawl,  and  some  furs;  for  which  his  master 
gave  him  unlimited  credit.  Passepartout  started  off 
forthwith,  and  found  himself  in  the  streets  of  Allaha- 


100  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


bad,  that  is,  the  “ City  of  God,”  one  of  the  most 
venerated  in  India,  being  built  at  the  junction  of  the 
two  sacred  rivers  Ganges  and  Jumna,  the  waters  of 
which  attract  pilgrims  from  every  part  of  the  penin- 
sula. The  Ganges,  according  to  the  legends  of  the 
Ramayana,  rises  in  heaven,  whence,  owing  to  Brahma's 
agency,  it  descends  to  the  earth. 

Passepartout  made  it  a point,  as  he  made  his  pur- 
chases, to  take  a good  look  at  the  city.  It  was 
formerly  defended  by  a noble  fort,  which  has  since 
become  a state  prison;  its  commerce  has  dwindled 
away,  and  Passepartout  in  vain  looked  about  him  for 
such  a bazaar  as  he  used  to  frequent  in  Regent  Street. 
At  last  he  came  upon  an  elderly,  crusty  Jew,  who  sold 
second-hand  articles,  and  from  whom  he  purchased 
a dress  of  Scotch  stuff,  a large  mantle,  and  a fine 
otter-skin  pelisse,  for  which  he  did  not  hesitate  to  pay 
seventy-five  pounds.  He  then  returned  triumphantly 
to  the  station. 

The  influence  to  which  the  priests  of  Pillaji  had 
subjected  Aouda  began  gradually  to  yield,  and  she 
became  more  herself,  so  that  her  fine  eyes  resumed 
all  their  soft  Indian  expression. 

When  the  poet-king,  IJcaf  Uddaul,  celebrates  the 
charms  of  the  queen  of  Ahmehnagara,  he  speaks 
thus : — 

“ Her  shining  tresses,  divided  in  two  parts,  encircle 
the  harmonibus  contour  of  her  white  and  delicate 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  ioi 


cheeks,  brilliant  in  their  glow  and  freshness.  Her 
ebony  brows  have  the  form  and  charm  of  the  bow  of 
Kama,  the  god  of  love,  and  beneath  her  long  silken 
lashes  the  purest  reflections  and  a celestial  light  swim, 
as  in  the  sacred  lakes  of  Himalaya,  in  the  black  pupils 
of  her  great  clear  eyes.  Her  teeth,  fine,  equal,  and 
white,  glitter  between  her  smiling  lips  like  dewdrops 
in  a passion-flower’s  half-enveloped  breast.  Her 
delicately  formed  ears,  her  vermilion  hands,  her  little 
feet,  curved  and  tender  as  the  lotus-bud,  glitter  with 
the  brilliancy  of  the  loveliest  pearls  of  Ceylon,  the 
most  dazzling  diamonds  of  Golconda.  Her  narrow 
and  supple  waist,  which  a hand  may  clasp  around,  sets 
forth  the  outline  of  her  rounded  figure  and  the  beauty 
of  her  bosom,  where  youth  in  its  flower  displays  the 
wealth  of  its  treasures ; and  beneath  the  silken  folds  of 
her  tunic  she  seems  to  have  been  modelled  in  pure 
silver  by  the  godlike  hand  of  Vicvarcarma,  the 
immortal  sculptor.” 

It  is  enough  to  say,  without  applying  this  poetical 
rhapsody  to  Aouda,  that  she  was  a charming  woman, 
m all  the  European  acceptation  of  the  phrase.  She 
spoke  English  with  great  purity,  and  the  guide  had 
not  exaggerated  in  saying  that  the  young  Parsee  had 
been  transformed  by  her  bringing  up. 

The  train  was  about  to  start  from  Allahabad,  and 
Mr.  Fogg  proceeded  to  pay  the  guide  the  price  agreed 
upon  for  his  service,  and  not  a farthing  more;  which 


102  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


astonished  Passepartout,  who  remembered  all  that  his 
master  owed  to  the  guide’s  devotion.  He  had,  indeed, 
risked  his  life  in  the  adventure  at  Pillaji,  and  if  he 
should  be  caught  afterwards  by  the  Indians,  he  would 
with  difficulty  escape  their  vengeance.  Kiouni,  also, 
must  be  disposed  of.  What  should  be  done  with  the 
elephant,  which  had  been  so  dearly  purchased  ? Phileas 
Fogg  had  already  determined  this  question. 

“ Parsee,”  said  he  to  the  guide,  “ you  have  been 
serviceable  and  devoted.  I have  paid  for  your  service, 
but  not  for  your  devotion.  Would  you  like  to  have 
this  elephant?  He  is  yours.” 

The  guide’s  eyes  glistened. 

“ Your  honour  is  giving  me  a fortune ! ” cried  he. 

“ Take  him,  guide,”  returned  Mr.  Fogg,  “ and  I 
shall  still  be  your  debtor.” 

“ Good ! ” exclaimed  Passepartout ; “ take  him, 

friend.  Kiouni  is  a brave  and  faithful  beast.”  And, 
going  up  to  the  elephant,  he  gave  him  several  lumps 
of  sugar,  saying,  “ Here,  Kiouni,  here,  here.” 

The  elephant  grunted  out  his  satisfaction,  and, 
clasping  Passepartout  around  the  waist  with  his  trunk, 
lifted  him  as  high  as  his  head.  Passepartout,  not  in 
the  least  alarmed,  caressed  the  animal,  which  replaced 
him  gently  on  the  ground. 

Soon  after,  Phileas  Fogg,  Sir  Francis  Cromarty, 
and  Passepartout,  installed  in  a carriage  with  Aouda, 
who  had  the  best  seat,  were  whirling  at  full  speed 


Passepartout,  not  at  all  frightened  , 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  103 


towards  Benares.  It  was  a run  of  eighty  miles,  and 
was  accomplished  in  two  hours.  During  the  journey, 
the  young  woman  fully  recovered  her  senses.  What 
was  her  astonishment  to  find  herself  in  this  carriage, 
on  the  railway,  dressed  in  European  habiliments,  and 
with  travellers  who  were  quite  strangers  to  her ! Her 
companions  first  set  about  fully  reviving  her  with  a 
little  liquor,  and  then  Sir  Francis  narrated  to  her  what 
had  passed,  dwelling  upon  the  courage  with  which 
Phileas  Fogg  had  not  hesitated  to  risk  his  life  to  save 
her,  and  recounting  the  happy  sequel  of  the  venture, 
the  result  of  Passepartout's  rash  idea.  Mr.  Fogg  said 
nothing;  while  Passepartout,  abashed,  kept  repeating 
that  “ it  wasn't  worth  telling." 

Aouda  pathetically  thanked  her  deliverers,  rather 
with  tears  than  words;  her  fine  eyes  interpreted  her 
gratitude  better  than  her  lips.  Then,  as  her  thoughts 
strayed  back  to  the  scene  of  the  sacrifice,  and  recalled 
the  dangers  which  still  menaced  her,  she  shuddered 
with  terror. 

Phileas  Fogg  understood  what  was  passing  in 
Aouda's  mind,  and  offered,  in  order  to  reassure  her, 
to  escort  her  to  Hong  Kong,  where  she  might  remain 
safely  until  the  affair  was  hushed  up — an  offer  which 
she  eagerly  and  gratefully  accepted.  She  had,  it 
seems,  a Parsee  relation,  who  was  one  of  the  principal 
merchants  of  Hong  Kong,  which  is  wholly  an  English 
city,  though  on  an  island  on  the  Chinese  coast. 


104  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


At  half-past  twelve  the  train  stopped  at  Benares. 
The  Brahmin  legends  assert  that  this  city  is  built  on 
the  site  of  the  ancient  Casi,  which,  like  Mahomet’s 
tomb,  was  once  suspended  between  heaven  and  earth ; 
though  the  Benares  of  to-day,  which  the  Orientalists 
call  the  Athens  of  India,  stands  quite  unpoetically  on 
the  solid  earth.  Passepartout  caught  glimpses  of  its- 
brick  houses  and  clay  huts,  giving  an  aspect  of  deso- 
lation to  the  place,  as  the  train  entered  it. 

Benares  was  Sir  Francis  Cromarty’s  destination,  the 
troops  he  was  rejoining  being  encamped  some  miles 
northward  of  the  city.  He  bade  adieu  to  Phileas 
Fogg,  wishing  him  all  success,  and  expressing  the 
hope  that  he  would  come  that  way  again  in  a less 
original  but  more  profitable  fashion.  Mr.  Fogg  lightly 
pressed  him  by  the  hand.  The  parting  of  Aouda,  who 
did  not  forget  what  she  owed  to  Sir  Francis,  betrayed 
more  warmth;  and,  as  for  Passepartout,  he  received  a 
hearty  shake  of  the  hand  from  the  gallant  general. 

The  railway,  on  leaving  Benares,  passed  for  a while 
along  the  valley  of  the  Ganges.  Through  the  windows 
of  their  carriage  the  travellers  had  glimpses  of  the 
diversified  landscape  of  Behar,  with  its  mountains 
clothed  in  verdure,  its  fields  of  barley,  wheat,  and  corn, 
its  jungles  peopled  with  green  alligators,  its  neat  vil- 
lages, and  its  still  thickly-leaved  forests.  Elephants 
were  bathing  in  the  waters  of  the  sacred  river,  and 
groups  of  Indians,  despite  the  advanced  season  and 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  105 


chilly  air,  were  performing  solemnly  their  pious  ablu- 
tions. These  were  fervent  Brahmins,  the  bitterest 
foes  of  Buddhism,  their  deities  being  Vishnu,  the  solar 
god,  Shiva,  the  divine  impersonation  of  natural  forces, 
and  Brahma,  the  supreme  ruler  of  priests  and  legis- 
lators. What  would  these  divinities  think  of  India, 
anglicised  as  it  is  to-day,  with  steamers  whistling  and 
scudding  along  the  Ganges,  frightening  the  gulls 
which  float  upon  its  surface,  the  turtles  swarming 
along  its  banks,  and  the  faithful  dwelling  upon  its 
borders  ? 

The  panorama  passed  before  their  eyes  like  a flash, 
save  when  the  steam  concealed  it  fitfully  from  the 
view;  the  travellers  could  scarcely  discern  the  fort  of 
Chupenie,  twenty  miles  south-westward  from  Benares, 
the  ancient  stronghold  of  the  rajahs  of  Behar;  or 
Ghazipur  and  its  famous  rose-water  factories;  or  the 
tomb  of  Lord  Cornwallis,  rising  on  the  left  bank  of 
the  Ganges;  the  fortified  town  of  Buxar,  or  Patna,  a 
large  manufacturing  and  trading  place,  where  is  held 
the  principal  opium  market  of  India;  or  Monghir,  a 
more  than  European  town,  for  it  is  as  English  as 
Manchester  or  Birmingham,  with  its  iron  foundries, 
edge-tool  factories,  and  high  chimneys  puffing  clouds 
of  black  smoke  heavenward. 

Night  came  on;  the  train  passed  on  at  full  speed, 
in  the  midst  of  the  roaring  of  the  tigers,  bears,  and 
wolves  which  fled  before  the  locomotive;  and  the 


10 6 AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


marvels  of  Bengal,  Golconda,  ruined  Gkmr,  Mur- 
shedabad,  the  ancient  capital,  Burdwan,  Hugly,  and 
the  French  town  of  Chandernagor,  where  Passepar- 
tout would  have  been  proud  to  see  his  country’s  flag 
flying,  were  hidden  from  their  view  in  the  darkness. 

Calcutta  was  reached  at  seven  in  the  morning,  and 
the  packet  left  for  Hong  Kong  at  noon ; so  that  Phileas 
Fogg  had  five  hours  before  him. 

According  to  his  journal,  he  was  due  at  Calcutta 
on  the  25th  of  October,  and  that  was  the  exact  date 
of  his  actual  arrival.  He  was  therefore  neither  behind- 
hand nor  ahead  of  time.  The  two  days  gained  be- 
tween London  and  Bombay  had  been  lost,  as  has  been 
seen,  in  the  journey  across  India.  But  it  is  not  to  be 
supposed  that  Phileas  Fogg  regretted  them* 


CHAPTER  XV 


IN  WHICH  THE  BAG  OF  BANK-NOTES  DISGORGES  SOME 
THOUSANDS  OF  POUNDS  MORE 

The  train  entered  the  station,  and  Passepartout, 
jumping  out  first,  was  followed  by  Mr.  Fogg,  who 
assisted  his  fair  companion  to  descend.  Phileas  Fogg 
intended  to  proceed  at  once  to  the  Hong  Kong  steamer, 
in  order  to  get  Aouda  comfortably  settled  for  the 
voyage.  He  was  unwilling  to  leave  her  while  they 
were  still  on  dangerous  ground. 

Just  as  he  was  leaving  the  station  a policeman  came 
up  to  him,  and  said,  “ Mr.  Phileas  Fogg?  ” 

“ I am  he.” 

“ Is  this  man  your  servant  ? ” added  the  policeman, 
pointing  to  Passepartout. 

“ Yes.” 

“ Be  so  good,  both  of  you,  as  to  follow  me.” 

Mr.  Fogg  betrayed  no  surprise  whatever.  The 
policeman  was  a representative  of  the  law,  and  law 
is  sacred  to  an  Englishman.  Passepartout  tried  to 
reason  about  the  matter,  but  the  policeman  tapped  him 
with  his  stick,  and  Mr.  Fogg  made  him  a signal  to 
obey. 


io8  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ May  this  young  lady  go  with  us  ? ” asked  he. 

“ She  may,”  replied  the  policeman. 

Mr.  Fogg,  Aouda,  and  Passepartout  were  conducted 
to  a “ palki-gari,”  a sort  of  four-wheeled  carriage, 
drawn  by  two  horses,  in  which  they  took  their  places 
and  were  driven  away.  No  one  spoke  during  the 
twenty  minutes  which  elapsed  before  they  reached  their 
destination. 

They  first  passed  through  the  “ black  town,” 
with  its  narrow  streets,  its  miserable,  dirty  huts, 
and  squalid  population ; then  through  the  " Euro- 
pean town,”  which  presented  a relief  in  its  bright 
brick  mansions,  shaded  by  cocoanut-trees  and  bristling 
with  masts,  where,  although  it  was  early  morning, 
elegantly  dressed  horsemen  and  handsome  equipages 
were  passing  back  and  forth. 

The  carriage  stopped  before  a modest-looking  house, 
which,  however,  did  not  have  the  appearance  of  a 
private  mansion.  The  policeman  having  requested 
his  prisoners — for  so,  truly,  they  might  be  called — to 
descend,  conducted  them  into  a room  with  barred 
windows,  and  said,  “ You  will  appear  before  Judge 
Obadiah  at  half-past  eight.” 

He  then  retired,  and  closed  the  door. 

“ Why,  we  are  prisoners ! ” exclaimed  Passepartout, 
falling  into  a chair. 

Aouda,  with  an  emotion  she  tried  to  conceal,  said  to 
Mr.  Fogg,  “ Sir,  you  must  leave  me  to  my  fate ! It 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  109 


is  on  my  account  that  you  receive  this  treatment ; it  is 
for  having  saved  me ! ” 

Phileas  Fogg  contented  himself  with  saying  that  it 
was  impossible.  It  was  quite  unlikely  that  he  should 
be  arrested  for  preventing  a suttee.  The  complain- 
ants would  not  dare  present  themselves  with  such  a 
charge.  There  was  some  mistake.  Moreover,  he 
would  not  in  any  event  abandon  Aouda,  but  would 
escort  her  to  Hong  Kong. 

“ But  the  steamer  leaves  at  noon ! ” observed  Passe- 
partout, nervously. 

“ We  shall  be  on  board  by  noon,”  replied  his 
master,  placidly. 

It  was  said  so  positively,  that  Passepartout  could  not 
help  muttering  to  himself,  “ Parbleu,  that’s  certain ! 
Before  noon  we  shall  be  on  board.”  But  he  was  by 
no  means  reassured. 

At  half-past  eight  the  door  opened,  the  policeman 
appeared,  and,  requesting  them  to  follow  him,  led  the 
way  to  an  adjoining  hall.  It  was  evidently  a court- 
room, and  a crowd  of  Europeans  and  natives  already 
occupied  the  rear  of  the  apartment. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  his  two  companions  took  their  places 
on  a bench  opposite  the  desks  of  the  magistrate  and 
his  clerk.  Immediately  after,  Judge  Obadiah,  a fat, 
round  man,  followed  by  the  clerk,  entered.  He  pro- 
ceeded to  take  down  a wig  which  was  hanging  on  a 
nail,  and  put  it  hurriedly  on  his  head. 


no  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ The  first  case,”  said  he ; then,  putting  his  hand  to 
his  head,  he  exclaimed,  “ Heh ! This  is  not  my  wig  I ” 
“ No,  your  worship,”  returned  the  clerk,  “ it  is 
mine.” 

“ My  dear  Mr.  Oysterpuff,  how  can  a judge  give  a 
wise  sentence  in  a clerk’s  wig?  ” 

The  wigs  were  exchanged. 

Passepartout  was  getting  nervous,  for  the  hands  on 
the  face  of  the  big  clock  over  the  judge  seemed  to 
go  round  with  terrible  rapidity. 

“ The  first  case,”  repeated  Judge  Obadiah. 

“ Phileas  Fogg?”  demanded  Oysterpuff.  ■ 

“ I am  here,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ Passepartout  ? ” 

“ Present ! ” responded  Passepartout. 

“ Good,”  said  the  judge.  “ You  have  been  looked 
for,  prisoners,  for  two  days  on  the  trains  from 
Bombay.” 

“ But  of  what  are  we  accused  ? ” asked  Passepartout, 
impatiently. 

“ You  are  about  to  be  informed.” 

“ I am  an  English  subject,  sir,”  said  Mr.  Fogg, 
“ and  I have  the  right — ” 

“ Have  you  been  ill-treated  ? ” 

“ Not  at  all.” 

“Very  well;  let  the  complainants  come  in.” 

A door  was  swung  open  by  order  of  the  judge,  and 
three  Indian  priests  entered. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  nr 


“ That's  it,”  muttered  Passepartout ; “ these  are 
the  rogues  who  were  going  to  burn  our  young 
lady.” 

The  priests  took  their  places  in  front  of  the  judge, 
and  the  clerk  proceeded  to  read  in  a loud  voice  a 
complaint  of  sacrilege  against  Phileas  Fogg  and  his 
servant,  who  were  accused  of  having  violated  a place 
held  sacred  by  the  Brahmin  religion. 

“You  hear  the  charge?”  asked  the  judge. 

“ Yes,  sir,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  consulting  his  watch, 
“and  I admit  it.” 

“You  admit  it?” 

“ I admit  it,  and  I wish  to  hear  these  priests  admit, 
in  their  turn,  what  they  were  going  to  do  at  the  pagoda 
of  Pillaji.” 

The  priests  looked  at  each  other ; they  did  not  seem 
to  understand  wliat  was  said. 

“ Yes,”  cried  Passepartout,  warmly;  “ at  the  pagoda 
of  Pillaji,  where  they  were  on  the  point  of  burning 
their  victim.” 

The  judge  stared  with  astonishment,  and  the  priests 
were  stupefied. 

“What  victim?”  said  Judge  Obadiali.  “Burn 
whom?  In  Bombay  itself?” 

“Bombay?”  cried  Passepartout. 

“ Certainly.  We  are  not  talking  of  the  pagoda 
of  Pillaji,  but  of  the  pagoda  of  Malebar  Hill,  at 
Bombay.” 


1 12  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“And  as  a proof/’  added  the  clerk,  ‘ here  are  the 
desecrator’s  very  shoes,  which  he  left  behind  him.” 

Whereupon  he  placed  a pair  of  shoes  on  his  desk. 

“ My  shoes ! ” cried  Passepartout,  in  his  surprise 
permitting  this  imprudent  exclamation  to  escape 
him. 

The  confusion  of  master  and  man,  who  had  quite 
forgotten  the  affair  at  Bombay,  for  which  they  were 
now  detained  at  Calcutta,  may  be  imagined. 

Fix,  the  detective,  had  foreseen  the  advantage  which 
Passepartout's  escapade  gave  him,  and,  delaying  his 
departure  for  twelve  hours,  had  consulted  the  priests 
of  Malebar  Hill.  Knowing  that  the  English  authori- 
ties dealt  very  severely  with  this  kind  of  misde- 
meanour, he  promised  them  a goodly  sum  in  damages, 
and  sent  them  forward  to  Calcutta  by  the  next  train. 
Owing  to  the  delay  caused  by  the  rescue  of  the  young 
widow,  Fix  and  the  priests  reached  the  Indian  capital 
before  Mr.  Fogg  and  his  servant,  the  magistrates 
having  been  already  warned  by  a despatch  to  arrest 
them,  should  they  arrive.  Fix’s  disappointment  when 
he  learned  that  Phileas  Fogg  had  not  made  his  ap- 
pearance in  Calcutta,  may  be  imagined.  He  made  up 
his  mind  that  the  robber  had  stopped  somewhere  on 
the  route  and  taken  refuge  in  the  southern  provinces. 
For  twenty-four  hours  Fix  watched  the  station  with 
feverish  anxiety;  at  last  he  was  rewarded  by  seeing 
Mr.  Fogg  and  Passepartout  arrive,  accompanied  by  a 


i 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  113 


young  woman,  whose  presence  he  was  wholly  at  a 
loss  to  explain.  He  hastened  for  a policeman;  and 
this  was  how  the  party  came  to  be  arrested  and  brought 
before  Judge  Obadiah, 

Had  Passepartout  been  a little  less  preoccupied,  he 
would  have  espied  the  detective  ensconced  in  a corner 
of  the  court-room,  watching  the  proceedings  with  an 
interest  easily  understood;  for  the  warrant  had  failed 
to  reach  him  at  Calcutta,  as  it  had  done  at  Bombay 
and  Suez. 

Judge  Obadiah  had  unfortunately  caught  Passepar- 
tout's rash  exclamation,  which  the  poor  fellow  would 
have  given  the  world  to  recall. 

“ The  facts  are  admitted?”  asked  the  judge. 

“ Admitted,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg,  coldly. 

“ Inasmuch,”  resumed  the  judge,  “ as  the  English 
law  protects  equally  and  sternly  the  religions  of  the 
Indian  people,  and  as  the  man  Passepartout  has  ad- 
mitted that  he  violated  the  sacred  pagoda  of  Malebar 
Hill,  at  Bombay,  on  the  20th  of  October,  I condemn 
the  said  Passepartout  to  imprisonment  for  fifteen  days 
and  a fine  of  three  hundred  pounds.” 

“ Three  hundred  pounds ! ” cried  Passepartout, 
startled  at  the  largeness  of  the  sum. 

“ Silence ! ” shouted  the  constable. 

“And  inasmuch,”  continued  the  judge,  “ as  it  is  not 
proved  that  the  act  was  not  done  by  the  connivance 
of  the  master  with  the  servant,  and  as  the  master  in 


H4  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


any  case  must  be  held  responsible  for  the  acts  of  his 
paid  servant,  I condemn  Phileas  Fogg  to  a week’s 
imprisonment  and  a fine  of  one  hundred  and  fifty 
pounds.” 

Fix  rubbed  his  hands  softly  with  satisfaction;  if 
Phileas  Fogg  could  be  detained  in  Calcutta  a week, 
it  would  be  more  than  time  for  the  warrant  to  arrive. 
Passepartout  was  stupefied.  This  sentence  ruined  his 
master.  A wager  of  twenty  thousand  pounds  lost, 
because  he,  like  a precious  fool,  had  gone  into  that 
abominable  pagoda! 

Phileas  Fogg,  as  self-composed  as  if  the  judgment 
did  not  in  the  least  concern  him,  did  not  even  lift  his 
eyebrows  while  it  was  being  pronounced.  Just  as 
the  clerk  was  calling  the  next  case,  he  rose,  and  said, 
“ I offer  bail.” 

“ You  have  that  right,”  returned  the  judge. 

Fix’s  blood  ran  cold,  but  he  resumed  his  composure 
when  he  heard  the  judge  announce  that  the  bail 
required  for  each  prisoner  would  be  one  thousand 
pounds. 

“ I will  pay  it  at  once,”  said  Mr.  Fogg,  taking  a 
roll  of  bank-bills  from  the  carpet-bag,  which  Passe- 
partout had  by  him,  and  placing  them  on  the  clerk’s 

desk. 

“ This  sum  will  be  restored  to  you  upon  your  release 
from  prison,”  said  the  judge.  “ Meanwhile,  you  are 
liberated  on  bail.” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  iis 


“ Come!  ” said  Phileas  Fogg  to  his  servant. 

“ But  let  them  at  least  give  me  back  my  shoes ! ” 
cried  Passepartout,  angrily. 

“Ah,  these  are  pretty  dear  shoes ! ” he  muttered,  as 
they  were  handed  vo  him.  “ More  than  a thousand 
pounds  apiece ; besides,  they  pinch  my  feet.,, 

Mr.  Fogg,  offering  his  arm  to  Aouda,  then  departed, 
followed  by  the  crestfallen  Passepartout.  Fix  still 
nourished  hopes  that  the  robber  would  not,  after  all, 
leave  the  two  thousand  pounds  behind  him,  but  would 
decide  to  serve  out  his  week  in  jail,  and  issued  forth 
on  Mr.  Fogg’s  traces.  That  gentleman  took  a car- 
riage, and  the  party  were  soon  landed  on  one  of  the 
quays. 

The  “ Rangoon  ” was  moored  half  a mile  off  in  the 
harbour,  its  signal  of  departure  hoisted  at  the  mast- 
head. 

Eleven  o’clock  was  striking;  Mr.  Fogg  was  an 
hour  in  advance  of  time.  Fix  saw  them  leave  the 
carriage  and  push  off  in  a boat  for  the  steamer,  and 
stamped  his  feet  with  disappointment. 

“ The  rascal  is  off,  after  all ! ” he  exclaimed.  “ Two 
thousand  pounds  sacrificed!  He’s  as  prodigal  as  a 
thief!  I’ll  follow  him  to  the  end  of  the  world  if 
necessary;  but  at  the  rate  he  is  going  on,  the  stolen 
money  will  soon  be  exhausted.” 

The  detective  was  not  far  wrong  in  making  this 
conjecture.  Since  leaving  London,  what  with  travel- 


HO  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


ling-expenses,  bribes,  the  purchase  of  the  elephant, 
bails,  and  fines,  Mr.  Fogg  had  already  sp*nt  more  than 
five  thousand  pounds  on  the  way,  and  the  percentage 
of  the  sum  recovered  from  the  ba«fc  robber,  promised 
to  the  detectives,  was  rapidly  diminishing. 


CHAPTER  XVI 


IN  WHICH  FIX  DOES  NOT  SEEM  TO  UNDERSTAND  IN 
THE  LEAST  WHAT  IS  SAID  TO  HIM 

The  “ Rangoon  ” — one  of  the  Peninsula  and  Oriental 
Company's  boats  plying  in  the  Chinese  and  Japanese 
seas — was  a screw  steamer,  built  of  iron,  weighing 
about  seventeen  hundred  and  seventy  tons,  and  with 
engines  of  four  hundred  horse-power.  She  was  as 
fast,  but  not  as  well  fitted  up,  as  the  “ Mongolia,"  and 
Aouda  was  not  as  comfortably  provided  for  on  board 
of  her  as  Phileas  Fogg  could  have  wished.  However, 
the  trip  from  Calcutta  to  Hong  Kong  only  comprised 
some  three  thousand  five  hundred  miles,  occupying 
from  ten  to  twelve  days,  and  the  young  woman  was 
not  difficult  to  please. 

During  the  first  days  of  the  journey  Aouda  became 
better  acquainted  with  her  protector,  and  constantly 
gave  evidence  of  her  deep  gratitude  for  what  he  had 
done.  The  phlegmatic  gentleman  listened  to  her, 
apparently  at  least,  with  coldness,  neither  his  voice  nor 
his  manner  betraying  the  slightest  emotion;  but  he 
seemed  to  be  always  on  the  watch  that  nothing  should 
be  wanting  to  Aouda’s  comfort.  He  visited  her  regu- 


Xi8  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


larly  each  day  at  certain  hours,  not  so  much  to  talk 
himself  as  to  sit  and  hear  her  talk.  He  treated  her 
with  the  strictest  politeness,  but  with  the  precision  of 
an  automaton,  the  movements  of  which  had  been  ar- 
ranged for  this  purpose.  Aouda  did  not  quite  know 
what  to  make  of  him,  though  Passepartout  had  given 
her  some  hints  of  his  master's  eccentricity,  and  made 
her  smile  by  telling  her  of  the  wager  wmefi  was 
sending  him  round  the  world.  After  all,  she  owed 
Phileas  Fogg  her  life,  and  she  always  regarded  him 
through  the  exalting  medium  of  her  gratitude. 

Aouda  confirmed  the  Parsee  guide's  narrative  of  her 
touching  history.  She  did,  indeed,  belong  to  the 
highest  of  the  native  races  of  India.  Many  of  the 
Parsee  merchants  have  made  great  fortunes  there  by 
dealing  in  cotton;  and  one  of  them,  Sir  Jametsee 
Jeejeebhoy,  was  made  a baronet  by  the  English 
government.  Aouda  was  a relative  of  this  great  man, 
and  it  was  his  cousin,  Jeejeeh,  whom  she  hoped  to 
join  at  Hong  Kong.  Whether  she  would  find  a pro- 
tector in  him  she  could  not  tell;  but  Mr.  Fogg  essayed 
to  calm  her  anxieties,  and  to  assure  her  that  everything 
would  be  mathematically — he  used  the  very  word — 
arranged. 

Aouda  fastened  her  great  eyes,  “ clear  as  the 
sacred  lakes  of  the  Himalaya,"  upon  him;  but  the 
intractable  Fogg,  as  reserved  as  ever,  did  not  teem  at 
all  inclined  to  throw  himself  into  this  lake. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  119 


The  first  few  days  of  the  voyage  passed  prosper- 
ously, amid  favourable  weather  and  propitious  winds, 
and  they  soon  came  in  sight  of  the  great  Andaman, 
the  principal  of  the  islands  in  the  Bay  of  Bengal,  with 
its  picturesque  Saddle  Peak,  two  thousand  four  hun- 
dred feet  high,  looming  above  the  waters.  The 
steamer  passed  along  near  the  shores,  but  the  savage 
Papuans,  who  are  in  the  lowest  scale  of  humanity,  but 
are  not,  as  has  been  asserted,  cannibals,  did  not  make 
their  appearance. 

The  panorama  of  the  islands,  as  they  steamed  by 
them,  was  superb.  Vast  forests  of  palms,  arecs, 
bamboo,  teakwood,  of  the  gigantic  mimosa,  and  tree- 
like ferns  covered  the  foreground,  while  behind,  the 
graceful  outlines  of  the  mountains  were  traced  against 
the  sky;  and  along  the  coasts  swarmed  by  thousands 
the  precious  swallows  whose  nests  furnish  a luxurious 
dish  to  the  tables  of  the  Celestial  Empire.  The  varied 
landscape  afforded  by  the  Andaman  Islands  was  soon 
passed,  however,  and  the  “ Rangoon  ” rapidly  ap- 
proached the  Straits  of  Malacca,  which  give  access  to 
the  China  seas. 

What  was  detective  Fix,  so  unluckily  drawn  on 
from  country  to  country,  doing  all  this  while  ? He  had 
managed  to  embark  on  the  “ Rangoon  ” at  Calcutta 
without  being  seen  by  Passepartout,  after  leaving 
orders  that,  if  the  warrant  should  arrive,  it  should 
be  forwarded  to  him  at  Hong  Kong;  and  he  hoped 


120  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


to  conceal  his  presence  to  the  end  of  the  voyage.  It 
would  have  been  difficult  to  explain  why  he  was  on 
board  without  awaking  Passepartout’s  suspicions,  who 
thought  him  still  at  Bombay.  But  necessity  impelled 
him,  nevertheless,  to  renew  his  acquaintance  with  the 
worthy  servant,  as  will  be  seen. 

All  the  detective’s  hopes  and  wishes  were  now  cen- 
tred on  Hong  Kong;  for  the  steamer’s  stay  at  Singa- 
pore would  be  too  brief  to  enable  him  to  take  any 
steps  there.  The  arrest  must  be  made  at  Hong  Kong, 
or  the  robber  would  probably  escape  him  for  ever. 
Hong  Kong  was  the  last  English  ground  on  which  he 
would  set  foot;  beyond,  China,  Japan,  America  offered 
to  Fogg  an  almost  certain  refuge.  If  the  warrant 
should  at  last  make  its  appearance  at  Hong  Kong, 
Fix  could  arrest  him  and  give  him  into  the  hands  of 
the  local  police,  and  there  would  be  no  further  trouble. 
But  beyond  Hong  Kong,  a simple  warrant  would  be 
of  no  avail;  an  extradition  warrant  would  be  neces- 
sary, and  that  would  result  in  delays  and  obstacles, 
of  which  the  rascal  would  take  advantage  to  elude 
justice. 

Fix  thought  over  these  probabilities  during  the  long 
hours  which  he  spent  in  his  cabin,  and  kept  repeating 
to  himself,  “ Now,  either  the  warrant  will  be  at  Hong 
Kong,  in  which  case  I shall  arrest  my  man,  or  it  will 
not  be  there;  and  this  time  it  is  absolutely  necessary 
that  I should  delay  his  departure.  I have  failed  at 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  121 


Bombay,  and  I have  failed  at  Calcutta:  if  I fail  at 
Hong  Kong,  my  reputation  is  lost.  Cost  what  it  may, 
I must  succeed!  But  how  shall  I prevent  his  de- 
parture, if  that  should  turn  out  to  be  my  last 
resource  ? ” 

Fix  made  up  his  mind  that,  if  worst  came  to  worst, 
he  would  make  a confidant  of  Passepartout,  and  tell 
him  what  kind  of  a fellow  his  master  really  was.  That 
Passepartout  was  not  Fogg’s  accomplice,  he  was  very 
certain.  The  servant,  enlightened  by  his  disclosure, 
and  afraid  of  being  himself  implicated  in  the  crime, 
would  doubtless  become  an  ally  of  the  detective.  But 
this  method  was  a dangerous  one,  only  to  be  employed 
when  everything  else  had  failed.  A word  from  Passe- 
partout to  his  master  would  ruin  all.  The  detective 
was  therefore  in  a sore  strait.  But  suddenly  a new 
idea  struck  him.  The  presence  of  Aouda  on  the 
“ Rangoon,”  in  company  with  Phileas  Fogg,  gave 
him  new  material  for  reflection. 

Who  was  this  woman  ? What  combination  of  events 
had  made  her  Fogg’s  travelling  companion?  They 
had  evidently  met  somewhere  between  Bombay  and 
Calcutta;  but  where?  Had  they  met  accidentally,  or 
had  Fogg  gone  into  the  interior  purposely  in  quest 
of  this  charming  damsel?  Fix  was  fairly  puzzled. 
He  asked  himself  whether  there  had  not  been  a wicked 
elopement;  and  this  idea  so  impressed  itself  upon  his 
mind  that  he  determined  to  make  use  of  the  supposed 


122  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


intrigue.  Whether  the  young  woman  were  married 
or  not,  he  would  be  able  to  create  such  difficulties  for 
Mr.  Fogg  at  Hong  Kong,  that  he  could  not  escape  by 
paying  any  amount  of  money. 

But  could  he  even  wait  till  they  reached  Hong 
Kong?  Fogg  had  an  abominable  way  of  jumping 
from  one  boat  to  another,  and,  before  anything  could 
be  effected,  might  get  full  under  weigh  again  for 
Yokohama. 

Fix  decided  that  he  must  warn  the  English  author- 
ities, and  signal  the  “ Rangoon  ” before  her  arrival. 
This  was  easy  to  do,  since  the  steamer  stopped  at 
Singapore,  whence  there  is  a telegraphic  wire  to  Hong 
Kong.  He  finally  resolved,  moreover,  before  acting 
more  positively,  to  question  Passepartout.  It  would 
not  be  difficult  to  make  him  talk;  and,  as  there  was 
no  time  to  lose,  Fix  prepared  to  make  himself 
known. 

It  was  now  the  30th  of  October,  and  on  the  fol- 
lowing day  the  “ Rangoon  ” was  due  at  Singapore. 

Fix  emerged  from  his  cabin  and  went  on  deck. 
Passepartout  was  promenading  up  and  down  in  the 
forward  part  of  the  steamer.  The  detective  rushed 
forward  with  every  appearance  of  extreme  surprise, 
and  exclaimed,  “ You  here,  on  the  ‘ Rangoon  ’ ? ” 

“What,  Monsieur  Fix,  are  you  on  board ?”  re- 
turned the  really  astonished  Passepartout,  recognizing 
his  crony  of  the  “ Mongolia.”  “ Why,  I left  you  at 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  123 


Bombay,  and  here  you  are,  on  the  way  to  Hong  Kong ! 
Are  you  going  round  the  world  too  ? ” 

“ No,  no,”  replied  Fix ; “ I shall  stop  at  Hong  Kong 
— at  least  for  some  days.” 

“ Hum ! ” said  Passepartout,  who  seemed  for  an 
instant  perplexed.  “ But  how  is  it  I have  not  seen  you 
on  board  since  we  left  Calcutta?” 

“ Oh,  a trifle  of  seasickness, — I’ve  been  staying  in 
my  berth.  The  Gulf  of  Bengal  does  not  agree  with 
me  as  well  as  the  Indian  Ocean.  And  how  is  Mr. 
Fogg?” 

“As  well  and  as  punctual  as  ever,  not  a day  behind 
time!  But,  Monsieur  Fix,  you  don’t  know  that  we 
have  a young  lady  with  us.” 

“ A young  lady  ? ” replied  the  detective,  not  seeming 
to  comprehend  what  was  said. 

Passepartout  thereupon  recounted  Aouda’s  history, 
the  affair  at  the  Bombay  pagoda,  the  purchase  of  the 
elephant  for  two  thousand  pounds,  the  rescue,  the 
arrest  and  sentence  of  the  Calcutta  court,  and  the 
restoration  of  Mr.  Fogg  and  himself  to  liberty  on 
bail.  Fix,  who  was  familiar  with  the  last  events, 
seemed  to  be  equally  ignorant  of  all  that  Passepartout 
related;  and  the  latter  was  charmed  to  find  so  inter- 
ested a listener. 

“ But  does  your  master  propose  to  carry  this  young 
woman  to  Europe  ? ” 

“ Not  at  all.  We  are  simply  going  to  pkc^  her 


124  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


under  the  protection  of  one  of  her  relatives,  a rich 
merchant  at  Hong  Kong.” 

“ Nothing  to  be  done  there,”  said  Fix  to  himself, 
concealing  his  disappointment.  “A  glass  of  gin,  Mr. 
Passepartout  ? ” 

“ Willingly,  Monsieur  Fix.  We  must  at  least  have 
a friendly  glass  on  board  the  ‘ Rangoon.’  ” 


/ 


I 


CHAPTER  XVII 

SHOWING  WHAT  HAPPENED  ON  THE  VOYAGE  FROM 
SINGAPORE  TO  HONG  KONG 

The  detective  and  Passepartout  met  often  on  deck 
after  this  interview,  though  Fix  was  reserved,  and 
did  not  attempt  to  induce  his  companion  .to  divulge 
any  more  facts  concerning  Mr.  Fogg.  He  caught  a 
glimpse  of  that  mysterious  gentleman  once  or  twice ; 
but  Mr.  Fogg  usually  confined  himself  to  the  cabin, 
where  he  kept  Aouda  company,  or,  according  to  his 
inveterate  habit,  took  a hand  at  whist. 

Passepartout  began  very  seriously  to  conjecture 
what  strange  chance  kept  Fix  still  on  the  route  that 
his  master  was  pursuing.  It  was  really  worth  con- 
sidering why  this  certainly  very  amiable  and  com- 
placent person,  whom  he  had  first  met  at  Suez,  had 
then  encountered  on  board  the  “ Mongolia,”  who  dis- 
embarked at  Bombay,  which  he  announced  as  his 
destination,  and  now  turned  up  so  unexpectedly  on  the 
“ Rangoon,”  was  following  Mr.  Fogg’s  tracks  step  bv 
step.  What  was  Fix’s  object?  Passepartout  was 
ready  to  wager  his  Indian  shoes — which  he  religiously 
preserved — that  Fix  would  also  leave  Hong  Kong  at 


126  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


the  same  time  with  them,  and  probably  on  the  same 
steamer. 

Passepartout  might  have  cudgelled  his  brain  for  a 
century  without  hitting  upon  the  real  object  which 
the  detective  had  in  view.  He  never  could  have 
imagined  that  Phileas  Fogg  was  being  tracked  as  a 
robber  around  the  globe.  But  as  it  is  in  human  nature 
to  attempt  the  solution  of  every  mystery,  Passepartout 
suddenly  discovered  an  explanation  of  Fix’s  move- 
ments, which  was  in  truth  far  from  unreasonable. 
Fix,  he  thought,  could  only  be  an  agent  of  Mr.  Fogg’s 
friends  at  the  Reform  Club,  sent  to  follow  him  up, 
and  to  ascertain  that  he  really  went  round  the  world 
as  had  been  agreed  upon. 

“ It’s  clear ! ” repeated  the  worthy  servant  to  him- 
self, proud  of  his  shrewdness.  “He’s  a spy  sent  to 
keep  us  in  view ! That  isn’t  quite  the  thing,  either,  to 
be  spying  Mr.  Fogg,  who  is  so  honourable  a man! 
Ah,  gentlemen  of  the  Reform,  this  shall  cost  you 
dear J ” 

Passepartout,  enchanted  with,  his  discovery,  resolved 
to  say  nothing  to  his  master,  lest  he  should  be  justly 
offended  at  this  mistrust  on  the  part  of  his  adversaries. 
But  he  determined  to  chaff  Fix,  when  he  had  the 
chance,  with  mysterious  allusions,  which,  however, 
need  not  betray  his  real  suspicions. 

During  the  afternoon  of  Wednesday,  October  30th, 
the  “ Rangoon  ” entered  the  Strait  of  Malacca,  which 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  127 


separates  the  peninsula  of  that  name  from  Sumatra. 
The  mountainous  and  craggy  islets  intercepted  the 
beauties  of  this  noble  island  from  the  view  of  the 
travellers.  The  “ Rangoon  ” dropped  anchor  at 
Singapore  the  next  day  at  four  a.m.,  to  receive  coal, 
having  gained  half  a day  on  the  prescribed  time  of  her 
arrival.  Phileas  Fogg  noted  this  gain  in  his  journal, 
and  then,  accompanied  by  Aouda,  who  betrayed  a 
desire  for  a walk  on  shore,  disembarked. 

Fix,  who  suspected  Mr.  Fogg’s  every  movement, 
followed  them  cautiously,  without  being  himself 
perceived;  while  Passepartout,  laughing  in  his  sleeve 
at  Fix’s  manoeuvres,  went  about  his  usual  errands. 

The  island  of  Singapore  is  not  imposing  in  aspect, 
for  there  are  no  mountains ; yet  its  appearance  is  not 
without  attractions.  It  is  a park  checkered  by  pleas- 
ant highways  and  avenues.  A handsome  carriage, 
drawn  by  a sleek  pair  of  New  Holland  horses,  carried 
Phileas  Fogg  and  Aouda  into  the  midst  of  rows  of 
palms  with  brilliant  foliage,  and  of  clove-trees  whereof 
the  cloves  form  the  heart  of  a half-open  flower.  Pepper 
plants  replaced  the  prickly  hedges  of  European  fields ; 
sago-bushes,  large  ferns  with  gorgeous  branches, 
varied  the  aspect  of  this  tropical  clime ; while  nutmeg- 
trees  in  full  foliage  filled  the  air  with  a penetrating 
perfume.  Agile  and  grinning  bands  of  monkeys 
skipped  about  in  the  trees,  nor  were  tigers  wanting  in 
the  jungles. 


128  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


After  a drive  of  two  hours  through  the  country, 
Aouda  and  Mr.  Fogg  returned  to  the  town,  which  is 
a vast  collection  of  heavy-looking,  irregular  houses, 
surrounded  by  charming  gardens  rich  in  tropical  fruits 
and  plants ; and  at  ten  o’clock  they  re-embarked,  closely 
followed  by  the  detective,  who  had  kept  them  con- 
stantly in  sight. 

Passepartout,  who  had  been  purchasing  several 
dozen  mangoes — a fruit  as  large  as  good-sized  apples, 
of  a dark-brown  colour  outside  and  a bright  red  within, 
and  whose  white  pulp,  melting  in  the  mouth,  affords 
gourmands  a delicious  sensation — was  waiting  for 
them  on  deck.  He  was  only  too  glad  to  offer  some 
mangoes  to  Aouda,  who  thanked  him  very  gracefully 
for  them. 

At  eleven  o’clock  the  “ Rangoon ” rode  out  of 
Singapore  harbour,  and  in  a few  hours  the  high 
mountains  of  Malacca,  with  their  forests  inhabited  by 
the  most  beautifully-furred  tigers  in  the  world,  were 
lost  to  view.  Singapore  is  distant  some  thirteen 
hundred  miles  from  the  island  of  Plong  Kong,  which 
is  a little  English  colony  near  the  Chinese  coast. 
Phileas  Fogg  hoped  to  accomplish  the  journey  in  six 
days,  so  as  to  be  in  time  for  the  steamer  which  would 
leave  on  the  6th  of  November  for  Yokohama,  the 
principal  Japanese  port. 

The  “ Rangoon  ” had  a large  quota  of  passengers, 
many  of  whom  disembarked  at  Singapore,  among 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  129 


them  a number  of  Indians,  Ceylonese,  Chinamen, 
Malays,  and  Portuguese,  mostly  second-class  trav- 
ellers. 

The  weather,  which  had  hitherto  been  fine,  changed 
with  the  last  quarter  of  the  moon.  The  sea  rolled 
heavily,  and  the  wind  at  intervals  rose  almost  to  a 
storm,  but  happily  blew  from  the  south-west,  and  thus 
aided  the  steamer's  progress.  The  captain  as  often  as 
possible  put  up  his  sails,  and  under  the  double  action 
of  steam  and  sail,  the  vessel  made  rapid  progress  along 
the  coasts  of  Anam  and  Cochin  China.  Owing  to  the 
defective  construction  of  the  “ Rangoon,"  however, 
unusual  precautions  became  necessary  in  unfavourable 
weather ; but  the  loss  of  time  which  resulted  from  this 
cause,  while  it  nearly  drove  Passepartout  out  of  his 
senses,  did  not  seem  to  affect  his  master  in  the  least. 
Passepartout  blamed  the  captain,  the  engineer,  and 
the  crew,  and  consigned  all  who  were  connected  with 
the  ship  to  the  land  where  the  pepper  grows.  Perhaps 
the  thought  of  the  gas,  which  was  remorselessly  burn- 
ing at  his  expense  in  Saville  Row,  had  something  to 
do  with  his  hot  impatience. 

“ You  are  in  a great  hurry,  then,"  said  Fix  to  him 
one  day,  “ to  reach  Hong  Kong  ? " 

“ A very  great  hurry ! " 

" Mr.  Fogg,  I suppose,  is  anxious  to  catch  the 
steamer  for  Yokohama?" 

“ Terribly  anxious." 


130  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ You  believe  in  this  journey  around  the  worldp 
then  ? ” 

“ Absolutely.  Don’t  you,  Mr.  Fix?" 

“I?  I don’t  believe  a word  of  it.” 

“ You’re  a sly  dog!  ” said  Passepartout,  winking  at 
him. 

This  expression  rather  disturbed  Fix,  without  his 
knowing  why.  Had  the  Frenchman  guessed  his  real 
purpose  ? He  knew  not  what  to  think.  But  how  could 
Passepartout  have  discovered  that  he  was  a detective  ? 
Yet,  in  speaking  as  he  did,  the  man  evidently  meant 
more  than  he  expressed. 

Passepartout  went  still  further  the  next  day;  he 
could  not  hold  his  tongue. 

“ Mr.  Fix,”  said  he,  in  a bantering  tone ; “ shall  we 
be  so  unfortunate  as  to  lose  you  when  we  get  to  Hong 
Kong?” 

“ Why,”  responded  Fix,  a little  embarrassed,  “ I 
don’t  know;  perhaps ” 

“ Ah,  if  you  would  only  go  on  with  us ! An  agent 
of  the  Peninsular  Company,  you  know,  can’t  stop  on 
the  way ! You  were  only  going  to  Bombay,  and  here 
you  are  in  China.  America  is  not  far  off,  and  from 
America  to  Europe  is  only  a step.” 

Fix  looked  intently  at  his  companion,  whose  coun- 
tenance was  as  serene  as  possible,  and  laughed  with 
him.  But  Passepartout  persisted  in  chaffing  him  by 
asking  him  if  he  made  much  by  his  present  occupation. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  131 


“ Yes,  and  no,”  returned  Fix ; “ there  is  good  and 
bad  luck  in  such  things.  But  you  must  understand 
that  I don’t  travel  at  my  own  expense.” 

“ Oh,  I am  quite  sure  of  that ! ” cried  Passepartout, 
laughing  heartily. 

Fix,  fairly  puzzled,  descended  to  his  cabin  and  gave 
himself  up  to  his  reflections.  He  was  evidently  sus- 
pected; somehow  or  other  the  Frenchman  had  found 
out  that  he  was  a detective.  But  had  he  told  his  mas- 
ter? What  part  was  he  playing  in  all  this:  was  he  an 
accomplice  or  not?  Was  the  game,  then,  up?  Fix 
spent  several  hours  turning  these  things  over  in  his 
mind,  sometimes  thinking  that  all  was  lost,  then  per- 
suading himself  that  Fogg  was  ignorant  of  his  pres- 
ence, and  then  undecided  what  course  it  was  best  to 
take. 

Nevertheless,  he  preserved  his  coolness  of  mind, 
and  at  last  resolved  to  deal  plainly  with  Passepartout. 
If  he  did  not  find  it  practicable  to  arrest  Fogg  at  Hong 
Kong,  and  if  Fogg  made  preparations  to  leave  that 
last  foothold  of  English  territory,  he,  Fix,  would  tell 
Passepartout  all.  Either  the  servant  was  the  accom- 
plice of  his  master,  and  in  this  case  the  master  knew 
of  his  operations,  and  he  should  fail;  or  else  the 
servant  knew  nothing  about  the  robbery,  and  then 
his  interest  would  be  to  abandon  the  robber. 

Such  was  the  situation  between  Fix  and  Passepar- 
tout. Meanwhile  Phileas  Fogg  moved  about  above 


132  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


them  in  the  most  majestic  and  unconscious  indiffer- 
ence. He  was  passing  methodically  in  his  orbit  around 
the  world,  regardless  of  the  lesser  stars  which  gravi- 
tated around  him.  Yet  there  was  near  by  what  the 
astronomers  would  call  a disturbing  star,  which  might 
have  produced  an  agitation  in  this  gentleman's  heart. 
But  no!  the  charms  of  Aouda  failed  to  act,  to  Passe- 
partout's great  surprise;  and  the  disturbances,  if  they 
existed,  would  have  been  more  difficult  to  calculate 
than  those  of  Uranus  which  led  to  the  discovery  of 
Neptune. 

It  was  every  day  an  increasing  wonder  to  Passepar- 
tout, who  read  in  Aouda's  eyes  the  depths  of  her  grati- 
tude to  his  master.  Phileas  Fogg,  though  brave  and 
gallant,  must  be,  he  thought,  quite  heartless.  As  to 
the  sentiment  which  this  journey  might  have  awakened 
in  him,  there  was  clearly  no  trace  of  such  a thing; 
while  poor  Passepartout  existed  in  perpetual  reveries. 

One  day  he  was  leaning  on  the  railing  of  the  engine- 
room,  and  was  observing  the  engine,  when  a sudden 
pitch  of  the  steamer  threw  the  screw  out  of  the  water. 
The  steam  came  hissing  out  of  the  valves;  and  this 
made  Passepartout  indignant. 

“ The  valves  are  not  sufficiently  charged ! ” he  ex- 
claimed. “ We  are  not  going.  Oh,  these  English!  If 
this  was  an  American  craft,  we  should  blow  up,  per- 
haps, but  we  should  at  all  events  go  faster ! ” 


CHAPTER  XVIII 


IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG,  PASSEPARTOUT,  AND  FIX  GO 
EACH  ABOUT  HIS  BUSINESS 

The  weather  was  bad  during  the  latter  days  of  the 
voyage.  The  wind,  obstinately  remaining  in  the  north- 
west, blew  a gale,  and  retarded  the  steamer.  The 
“ Rangoon  ” rolled  heavily,  and  the  passengers  became 
impatient  of  the  long,  monstrous  waves  which  the 
wind  raised  before  their  path.  A sort  of  tempest  arose 
on  the  3rd  of  November,  the  squall  knocking  the  vessel 
about  with  fury,  and  the  waves  running  high.  The 
“ Rangoon  ” reefed  all  her  sails,  and  even  the  rigging 
proved  too  much,  whistling  and  shaking  amid  the 
squall.  The  steamer  was  forced  to  proceed  slowly, 
and  the  captain  estimated  that  she  would  reach  Hong 
Kong  twenty  hours  behind  time,  and  more  if  the  storm 
lasted. 

Phileas  Fogg  gazed  at  the  tempestuous  sea,  which 
seemed  to  be  struggling  especially  to  delay  him,  with 
his  habitual  tranquillity.  He  never  changed  counte- 
nance for  an  instant,  though  a delay  of  twenty  hours, 
by  making  him  too  late  for  the  Yokohama  boat,  would 
almost  inevitably  cause  the  loss  of  the  wager.  Eut 


134  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


this  man  of  nerve  manifested  neither  impatience  nor 
annoyance;  it  seemed  as  if  the  storm  were  a part  of 
his  programme,  and  had  been  foreseen.  Aouda  was 
amazed  to  find  him  as  calm  as  he  had  been  from  the 
first  time  she  saw  him. 

Fix  did  not  look  at  the  state  of  things  in  the  same 
light.  The  storm  greatly  pleased  him.  His  satisfac- 
tion would  have  been  complete  had  the  “ Rangoon  ” 
been  forced  to  retreat  before  the  violence  of  wind  and 
waves.  Each  delay  filled  him  with  hope,  for  it  became 
more  and  more  probable  that  Fogg  would  be  obliged 
to  remain  some  days  at  Hong  Kong;  and  now  the 
heavens  themselves  became  his  allies,  with  the  gusts 
and  squalls.  It  mattered  not  that  they  made  him  sea- 
sick— he  made  no  account  of  this  inconvenience ; and 
whilst  his  body  was  writhing  under  their  effects,  his 
spirit  bounded  with  hopeful  exultation. 

Passepartout  was  enraged  beyond  expression  by  the 
unpropitious  weather.  Everything  had  ^gone  so  well 
till  now ! Earth  and  sea  had  seemed  to  be  at  his  mas- 
ter’s service ; steamers  and  railways  obeyed  him ; wind 
and  steam  united  to  speed  his  journey.  Had  the  hour 
of  adversity  come  ? Passepartout  was  as  much  excited 
as  if  the  twenty  thousand  pounds  were  to  come  from 
his  own  pocket.  The  storm  exasperated  him,  the  gale 
made  him  furious,  and  he  longed  to  lash  the  obstinate 
sea  into  obedience.  Poor  fellow!  Fix  carefully  con- 
cealed from  him  his  own  satisfaction,  for,  had  he  be- 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  135 


trayed  it,  Passepartout  could  scarcely  have  restrained 
himself  from  personal  violence. 

Passepartout  remained  on  deck  as  long  as  the 
tempest  lasted,  being  unable  to  remain  quiet  below, 
and  taking  it  into  his  head  to  aid  the  progress  of  the 
ship  by  lending  a hand  with  the  crew.  He  over- 
whelmed the  .captain,  officers,  and  sailors,  who  could 
not  help  laughing  at  his  impatience,  with  all  sorts  of 
questions.  He  wanted  to  know  exactly  how  long  the 
storm  was  going  to  last;  whereupon  he  was  referred 
to  the  barometer,  which  seemed  to  have  no  intention 
of  rising.  Passepartout  shook  it,  but  with  no  percepti- 
ble effect;  for  neither  shaking  nor  maledictions  could 
prevail  upon  it  to  change  its  mind. 

On  the  4th,  however,  the  sea  became  more  calm,  and 
the  storm  lessened  its  violence ; the  wind  veered  south- 
ward, and  was  once  more  favourable.  Passepartout 
cleared  up  with  the  weather.  Some  of  the  sails  were 
unfurled,  and  the  “ Rangoon  ” resumed  its  most  rapid 
speed. 

The  time  lost  could  not,  however,  be  regained. 
Land  was  not  signalled  until  five  o’clock  on  the  morn- 
ing of  the  6th ; the  steamer  was  due  on  the  5th.  Phileas 
Fogg  was  twenty-four  hours  behindhand,  and  the 
Yokohama  steamer  would  of  course  be  missed. 

The  pilot  went  on  board  at  six,  and  took  his  place 
on  the  bridge,  to  guide  the  “ Rangoon  ” through  the 
channels  to  the  port  of  Hong  Kong.  Passepartout 


1 36  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


longed  to  ask  him  if  the  steamer  had  left  for  Yoko- 
hama ; but  he  dared  not,  for  he  wished  to  preserve  the 
spark  of  hope  which  still  remained  till  the  last  moment. 
He  had  confided  his  anxiety  to  Fix,  who — the  sly 
rascal! — tried  to  console  him  by  saying  that  Mr.  Fogg 
would  be  in  time  if  he  took  the  next  boat ; but  this  only 
put  Passepartout  in  a passion. 

Mr.  Fogg,  bolder  than  his  servant,  did  not  hesitate 
to  approach  the  pilot,  and  tranquilly  ask  him  if  he 
knew  when  a steamer  would  leave  Hong  Kong  for 
Yokohama. 

“ At  high  tide  to-morrow  morning/'  answered  the 
pilot. 

“ Ah ! ” said  Mr.  Fogg,  without  betraying  any  aston- 
ishment. 

♦Passepartout,  who  heard  what  passed,  would  will- 
ingly have  embraced  the  pilot,  while  Fix  would  have 
been  glad  to  twist  his  neck. 

“ What  is  the  steamer’s  name?”  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ The  ‘ Carnatic.’” 

“ Ought  she  not  to  have  gone  yesterday  ? ” 

“ Yes,  sir;  but  they  had  to  repair  one  of  her  boilers, 
and  so  her  departure  was  postponed  till  to-morrow.” 

“ Thank  you,”  returned  Mr.  Fogg,  descending 
mathematically  to  the  saloon. 

Passepartout  clasped  the  pilot’s  hand  and  shook  it 
heartily  in  his  delight,  exclaiming,  " Pilot,  you  are  the 
best  of  good  fellows ! ” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  137 


The  pilot  probably  does  not  know  to  this  day  why 
his  responses  won  him  this  enthusiastic  greeting.  He 
remounted  the  bridge,  and  guided  the  steamer  through 
the  flotilla  of  junks,  tankas,  and  fishing-boats  which 
crowd  the  harbour  of  Hong  Kong. 

At  one  o’clock  the  “ Rangoon  ” was  at  the  quay,  and 
the  passengers  were  going  ashore. 

Chance  had  strangely  favoured  Phileas  Fogg,  for, 
had  not  the  “ Carnatic  ” been  forced  to  lie  over  for 
repairing  her  boilers,  she  would  have  left  on  the  6th  of 
November,  and  the  passengers  for  Japan  would  have 
been  obliged  to  await  for  a week  the  sailing  of  the 
next  steamer.  Mr.  Fogg  was,  it  is  true,  twenty-four 
hours  behind  his  time;  but  this  could  not  seriously 
imperil  the  remainder  of  his  tour. 

The  steamer  which  crossed  the  Pacific  from  Yoko- 
hama to  San  Francisco  made  a direct  connection  with 
that  from  Hong  Kong,  and  it  could  not  sail  until  the 
latter  reached  Yokohama ; and  if  Mr.  Fogg  was  twenty- 
four  hours  late  on  reaching  Yokohama,  this  time 
would  no  doubt  be  easily  regained  in  the  voyage  of 
twenty-two  days  across  the  Pacific.  He  found  himself, 
then,  about  twenty-four  hours  behindhand,  thirty-five 
days  after  leaving  London. 

The  “Carnatic”  was  announced  to  leave  Hong 
Kong  at  five  the  next  morning.  Mr.  Fogg  had  sixteen 
hours  in  which  to  attend  to  his  business  there,  which 
was  to  deposit  Aouda  safely  with  her  wealthy  relative. 


138  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


On  landing,  he  conducted  her  to  a palanquin,  in 
which  they  repaired  to  the  Club  Hotel.  A room  was 
engaged  for  the  young  woman,  and  Mr.  Fogg,  after 
seeing  that  she  wanted  for  nothing,  set  out  in  search 
of  her  cousin  Jejeeh.  He  instructed  Passepartout  to 
remain  at  the  hotel  until  his  return,  that  Aouda  might 
not  be  left  entirely  alone. 

Mr.  Fogg  repaired  to  the  Exchange,  where,  he  did 
not  doubt,  every  one  would  know  so  wealthy  and  con- 
siderable a personage  as  the  Parsee  merchant.  Meet- 
ing a broker,  he  made  the  inquiry,  to  learn  that  Jejeeh 
had  left  China  two  years  before,  and,  retiring  from 
business  with  an  immense  fortune,  hacl  taken  up  his 
residence  in  Europe — in  Holland,  the  broker  thought, 
with  the  merchants  of  which  country  he  had  princi- 
pally traded.  Phileas  Fogg  returned  to  the  hotel, 
begged  a moment's  conversation  with  Aouda,  and, 
without  more  ado,  apprised  her  that  Jejeeh  was  no 
longer  at  Hong  Kong,  but  probably  in  Holland. 

Aouda  at  first  said  nothing.  She  passed  her  hand 
across  her  forehead,  and  reflected  a few  moments. 
Then,  in  her  sweet,  soft  voice,  she  said,  “ What  ought 
I to  do,  Mr.  Fogg?” 

“ it  is  very  simple,”  responded  the  gentleman.  “ Go 
on  to  Europe.” 

“ But  I cannot  intrude — ” 

“ You  do  not  intrude,  nor  do  you  in  the  least 
embarrass  my  project.  Passepartout ! ” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  139 


“ Monsieur.” 

“ Go  to  the  ‘ Carnatic,’  and  engage  three  cabins.” 
Passepartout,  delighted  that  the  young  woman,  who 
was  very  gracious  to  him,  was  going  to  continue  the 
journey  with  them,  went  off  at  a brisk  gait  to  obey  his 
master’s  order. 


CHAPTER  XIX 


IN  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT  TAKES  A TOO  GREAT  INTEREST 
IN  HIS  MASTER,  AND  WHAT  COMES  OF  IT 

Hong  Kong  is  an  island  which  came  into  the  posses- 
sion of  the  English  by  the  treaty  of  Nankin,  after  the 
war  of  1842 ; and  the  colonizing  genius  of  the  English 
lias  created  upon  it  an  important  city  and  an  excellent 
port.  The  island  is  situated  at  the  mouth  of  the  Canton 
River,  and  is  separated  by  about  sixty  miles  from  the 
Portuguese  town  of  Macao,  on  the  opposite  coast. 
Hong  Kong  has  beaten  Macao  in  the  struggle  for  the 
Chinese  trade,  and  now  the  greater  part  of  the  trans- 
portation of  Chinese  goods  finds  its  depot  at  the  former 
place.  Docks,  hospitals,  wharves,  a Gothic  cathedral, 
a government  house,  macadamized  streets  give  to  Hong 
Kong  the  appearance  of  a town  in  Kent  or  Sur- 
rey transferred  by  some  strange  magic  to  the  anti- 
podes. 

Passepartout  wandered,  with  his  hands  in  his 
pockets,  towards  the  Victoria  port,  gazing  as  he  went 
at  the  curious  palanquins  and  other  modes  of  convey- 
ance, and  the  groups  of  Chinese,  Japanese,  and  Euro- 
peans who  passed  to  and  fro  in  the  streets.  Hong 
Kong  seemed  to  him  not  unlike  Bombay,  Calcutta,  and 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  141 


Singapore,  since,  like  them,  it  betrayed  everywhere  the 
evidence  of  English  supremacy.  At  the  Victoria  port 
he  found  a confused  mass  of  ships  of  all  nations, 
English,  French,  American,  and  Dutch,  men-of-war 
and  trading  vessels,  Japanese  and  Chinese  junks, 
sempas,  tankas,  and  flower-boats,  which  formed  so 
many  floating  parterres.  Passepartout  noticed  in  the 
crowd  a number  of  the  natives  who  seemed  very  old 
and  were  dressed  in  yellow.  On  going  into  a barber's 
to  get  shaved,  he  learned  that  these  ancient  men  were 
all  at  least  eighty  years  old,  at  which  age  they  are  per- 
mitted to  wear  yellow,  which  is  the  Imperial  colour. 
Passepartout,  without  exactly  knowing  why,  thought 
this  very  funny. 

On  reaching  the  quay  where  they  were  to  embark 
on  the  “ Carnatic,"  he  was  not  astonished  to  find  Fix 
walking  up  and  down.  The  detective  seemed  very 
much  disturbed  and  disappointed. 

“ This  is  bad,"  muttered  Passepartout,  “ for  the  gen- 
tlemen of  the  Reform  Club!  " He  accosted  Fix  with 
a merry  smile,  as  if  he  had  not  perceived  that  gentle- 
man's chagrin.  The  detective  had,  indeed,  good  rea- 
sons to  inveigh  against  the  bad  luck  which  pursued 
him.  The  warrant  had  not  come ! It  was  certainly  on 
the  way,  but  as  certainly  it  could  not  now  reach  Hong 
Kong  for  several  days ; and  this  being  the  last  English 
territory  on  Mr.  Fogg's  route,  the  robber  would  escape, 
unless  he  could  manage  to  detain  him. 


142  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“Well,  Monsieur  Fix,”  said  Passepartout,  “have 
you  decided  to  go  on  with  us  as  far  as  America?  ” 

“ Yes*”  returned  Fix,  through  his  set  teeth. 

€s  Good  1 ” exclaimed  Passepartout,  laughing 
heartily.  “ I knew  you  could  not  persuade  yourself 
to  separate  from  us.  Come  and  engage  your  berth.” 
They  entered  the  steamer  office  and  secured  cabins 
for  four  persons.  The  clerk,  as  he  gave  them  the 
tickets,  informed  them  that,  the  repairs  on  the  “ Car- 
natic ” having  been  completed,  the  steamer  would  leave 
that  very  evening,  and  not  next  morning  as  had  been 
announced. 

“ That  will  suit  my  master  all  the  better,”  said  Passe- 
partout. “ I will  go  and  let  him  know.” 

Fix  now  decided  to  make  a bold  move ; he  resolved 
to  tell  Passepartout  all.  It  seemed  to  be  the  only 
possible  means  of  keeping  Phileas  Fogg  several  days 
longer  at  Hong  Kong.  He  accordingly  invited  his 
companion  into  a tavern  which  caught  his  eye  on  the 
quay. 

On  entering,  they  found  themselves  in  a large 
room  handsomely  decorated,  at  the  end  of  which  was 
a large  camp-bed  furnished  with  cushions.  Several 
persons  lay  upon  this  bed  in  a deep  sleep.  At  the 
small  tables  which  were  arranged  about  the  room  some 
thirty  customers  were  drinking  English  beer,  porter, 
gin,  and  brandy;  smoking,  the  while,  long  red  clay 
pipes  stuffed  with  little  balls  of  opium  mingled  with 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  143 


essence  of  rose.  From  time  to  time  one  of  the 
smokers,  overcome  with  the  narcotic,  would  slip  under 
the  table,  whereupon  the  waiters,  taking  him  by  the 
head  and  feet,  carried  and  laid  him  upon  the  bed.  The 
bed  already  supported  twenty  of  these  stupefied  sots. 

Fix  and  Passepartout  saw  that  they  were  in  a 
smoking-house  haunted  by  those  wretched,  cadaverous, 
idiotic  creatures,  to  whom  the  English  merchants  sell 
every  year  the  miserable  drug  called  opium,  to  the 
amount  of  one  million  four  hundred  thousand  pounds 
— thousands  devoted  to  one  of  the  most  despicable 
vices  which  afflict  humanity!  The  Chinese  govern- 
ment has  in  vain  attempted  to  deal  with  the  evil  by 
stringent  laws.  It  passed  gradually  from  the  rich,  to 
whom  it  was  at  first  exclusively  reserved,  to  the  lower 
classes,  and  then  its  ravages  could  not  be  arrested. 
Opium  is  smoked  everywhere,  at  all  times,  by  men  and 
women,  in  the  Celestial  Empire ; and,  once  accustomed 
to  it,  the  victims  cannot  dispense  with  it,  except  by 
suffering  horrible  bodily  contortions  and  agonies.  A 
great  smoker  can  smoke  as  many  as  eight  pipes  a day ; 
but  he  dies  in  five  years.  It  was  in  one  of  these  dens 
that  Fix  and  Passepartout  in  search  of  a friendly  glass, 
found  themselves.  Passepartout  had  no  money,  but 
willingly  accepted  Fix’s  invitation  in  the  hope  of  re- 
turning the  obligation  at  some  future  time. 

They  ordered  two  bottles  of  port,  to  which  the 
Frenchman  did  ample  justice,  whilst  Fix  observed  him 


I 


144  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 

with  close  attention.  They  chatted  about  the  journey, 
and  Passepartout  was  especially  merry  at  the  idea  that 
Fix  was  going  to  continue  it  with  them.  When  the  bot-> 
ties  were  empty,  however,  he  rose  to  go  and  tell  his 
master  of  the  change  in  the  time  of  the  sailing  of  the 
“Carnatic.” 

Fix  caught  him  by  the  arm,  and . said,  “ Wait  a 

moment.”  ' 

“ What  for,  Mr.  Fix?” 

“ I want  to  have  a serious  talk  with  you.” 

“ A serious  talk ! ” cried  Passepartout,  drinking  up 
the  little  wine  that  was  left  in  the  bottom  of  his  glass. 
“Well,  we’ll  talk  about  it  to-morrow;  I haven’t  time 
now.” 

“ Stay ! What  I have  to  say  concerns  your  master.” 
Passepartout,  at  this,  looked  attentively  at  his  com- 
panion. Fix’s  face  seemed  to  have  a singular  expres- 
sion. He  resumed  his  seat. 

“ What  is  it  that  you  have  to  say  ? ” 

Fix  placed  his  hand  upon  Passepartout’s  arm  and, 
lowering  his  voice,  said,  “ You  have  guessed  who 
I am?” 

“ Parbleu ! ” said  Passepartout,  smiling. 

“ Then  I’m  going  to  tell  you  everything — ” 

“ Now  that  I know  everything,  my  friend ! Ah ! 
that’s  very  good.  But  go  on,  go  on.  First,  though, 
let  me  tell  you  that  those  gentlemen  have  put  them- 
selves to  a useless  expense.” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  145 


“ Useless ! ” said  Fix.  “ You  speak  confidently. 
It's  clear  that  you  don't  know  how  large  the  sum  is.” 

* “ Of  course  I do,”  returned  Passepartout. 
“ Twenty  thousand  pounds.” 

“ Fifty-five  thousand ! ” answered  Fix,  pressing  his 
companion's  hand. 

“What!”  cried  the  Frenchman.  “Has  Monsieur 
Fogg  dared — fifty-five  thousand  pounds ! Well, 
there's  all  the  more  reason  for  not  losing  an  instant,” 
he  continued,  getting  up  hastily. 

Fix  pushed  Passepartout  back  in  his  chair,  and 
resumed:  “Fifty-five  thousand  pounds;  and  if  I suc- 
ceed, I get  two  thousand  pounds.  If  you'll  help  me, 
I'll  let  you  have  five  hundred  of  them.” 

“ Help  you  ? ” cried  Passepartout,  whose  eyes  were 
standing  wide  open. 

“ Yes ; help  me  keep  Mr.  Fogg  here  for  two  or  three 
days.” 

“ Why,  what  are  you  saying?  These  gentlemen  are 
not  satisfied  with  following  my  master  and  suspecting 
his  honour,  but  they  must  try  to  put  obstacles  in  his 
way ! I blush  for  them ! ” 

“ What  do  you  mean  ? ” 

“ I mean  that  it  is  a piece  of  shameful  trickery. 
They  might  as  well  waylay  Mr.  Fogg  and  put  his 
money  in  their  pockets ! ” 

“ That's  just  what  we  count  on  doing.” 

* It's  a conspiracy,  then,”  cried  Passepartout,  who 


146  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


became  more  and  more  excited  as  the  liquor  mounted 
in  his  head,  for  he  drank  without  perceiving  it.  “A 
real  conspiracy ! And  gentlemen,  too.  Bah ! ” 

Fix  began  to  be  puzzled. 

“ Members  of  the  Reform  Club ! ” continued  Passe- 
partout. “You  must  know,  Monsieur  Fix,  that  my 
master  is  an  honest  man,  and  that,  when  he  makes  a 
wager,  he  tries  to  win  it  fairly ! ” 

“ But  who  do  you  think  I am  ? ” asked  Fix,  looking 
at  him  intently. 

“ Parbleu  ! An  agent  of  the  members  of  the  Reform 
Club,  sent  out  here  to  interrupt  my  master’s  journey. 
But,  though  I found  you  out  some  time  ago,  Fve  taken 
good  care  to  say  nothing  about  it  to  Mr.  Fogg.” 

“ He  knows  nothing,  then  ? ” 

“ Nothing,”  replied  Passepartout,  again,  emptying 
his  glass. 

The  detective  passed  his  hand  across  his  forehead, 
hesitating  before  he  spoke  again.  What  should  he 
do?  Passepartout’s  mistake  seemed  sincere,  but  it 
made  his  design  more  difficult.  It  was  evident  that 
the  servant  was  not  the  master’s  accomplice,  as  Fix 
had  been  inclined  to  suspect. 

“ Well,”  said  the  detective  to  himself,  “ as  he  is  not 
an  accomplice,  he  will  help  me.” 

He  had  no  time  to  lose : Fogg  must  be  detained  at 
Hong  Kong;  so  he  resolved  to  make  a clean  breast 
of  it. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  147 

“ Listen  to  me,”  said  Fix  abruptly.  “ I am  not,  as 
you  think,  an  agent  of  the  members  of  the  Reform 
Club—” 

“Bah!”  retorted  Passepartout,  with  an  air  of 
raillery. 

“ I am  a police  detective,  sent  out  here  by  the  Lon- 
don office.” 

“ You,  a detective?  ” 

“ I will  prove  it.  Here  is  my  commission.” 

Passepartout  was  speechless  with  astonishment  when 
Fix  displayed  this  document,  the  genuineness  of  which 
could  not  be  doubted. 

“ Mr.  Fogg’s  wager,”  resumed  Fix,  “ is  only  a pre- 
text, of  which  you  and  the  gentlemen  of  the  Reform 
are  dupes.  He  had  a motive  for  securing  your  inno- 
cent complicity.” 

“But  why?” 

“ Listen.  On  the  28th  of  last  September  a robbery 
of  fifty-five  thousand  pounds  was  committed  at  the 
Bank  of  England  by  a person  whose  description  was 
fortunately  secured.  Here  is  this  description ; it 
answers  exactly  to  that  of  Mr.  Phileas  Fogg.” 

“ What  nonsense ! ” cried  Passepartout,  striking  the 
table  with  his  fist.  “ My  master  is  the  most  honour- 
able of  men ! ” 

“How  can  you  tell?  You  know  scarcely  anything 
about  him.  You  went  into  his  service  the  day  he 
came  away;  and  he  came  away  on  a foolish  pretext, 


148  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 

without  trunks,  and  carrying  a large  amount  in  bank- 
notes. And  yet  you  are  bold  enough  to  assert  that  he 
is  an  honest  man ! ” 

“ Yes,  yes,”  repeated  the  poor  fellow,  mechanically. 
“ Would  you  like  to  be  arrested  as  his  accomplice?” 
Passepartout,  overcome  by  what  he  had  heard,  held 
his  head  between  his  hands,  and  did  not  dare  to  look 
at  the  detective.  Phileas  Fogg,  the  saviour  of  Aouda, 
that  brave  and  generous  man,  a robber ! And  yet  how 
many  presumptions  there  were  against  him!  Passe- 
partout essayed  to  reject  the  suspicions  which  forced 
themselves  upon  his  mind;  he  did  not  wish  to  believe 
that  his  master  was  guilty.  , 

“ Well,  what  do  you  want  of  me?”  said  he,  at  last, 
with  an  effort. 

“ See  here,”  replied  Fix ; “ I have  tracked  Mr.  Fogg 
to  this  place,  but  as  yet  I have  failed  to  receive  the 
warrant  of  arrest  for  which  I sent  to  London.  You 
must  help  me  to  keep  him  here  in  Hong  Kong — ” 

“ I ! But  I—” 

“ I will  share  with  you  the  two-thousand-pounds  re- 
ward offered  by  the  Bank  of  England.” 

“ Never!”  replied  Passepartout,  who  tried  to  rise, 
but  fell  back,  exhausted  in  mind  and  body. 

“ Mr.  Fix,”  he  stammered,  “ even  should  what  you 
say  be  true — if  my  master  is  really  the  robber  you  are 
seeking  for — which  I deny — I have  been,  am,  in  his 
service ; I have  seen  his  generosity  and  goodness ; and 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  149 


I will  never  betray  him — not  for  all  the  gold  in  the 
world.  I come  from  a village  where  they  don’t  eat 
that  kind  of  bread ! ” 

“ You  refuse  ? ” 

“ I refuse.” 

“ Consider  that  I’ve  said  nothing,”  said  Fix ; “ and 
let  us  drink.” 

Passepartout  felt  himself  yielding  more  and  more 
to  the  effects  of  the  liquor.  Fix,  seeing  that  he  must, 
at  all  hazards,  be  separated  from  his  master,  wished  to 
entirely  overcome  him.  Some  pipes  full  of  opium  lay 
upon  the  table.  Fix  slipped  one  into  Passepartout’s 
hand.  He  took  it,  put  it  between  his  lips,  lit  it,  drew 
several  puffs,  and  his  head,  becoming  heavy  under  the 
influence  of  the  narcotic,  fell  upon  the  table. 

“ At  last ! ” said  Fix,  seeing  Passepartout  uncon- 
scious. “ Mr.  Fogg  will  not  be  informed  of  the  time 
of  the  ‘ Carnatic’s  ’ departure ; and,  if  he  is,  he  will 
have  to  go  without  this  cursed  Frenchman!” 

And,  after  paying  his  bill,  Fix  left  the  tavern. 


CHAPTER  XX 


IN  WHICH  FIX  COMES  FACE  TO  FACE  WITH  PHILEAS 
FOGG 

While  these  events  were  passing  at  the  opium-house 
Mr.  Fogg,  unconscious  of  the  danger  he  was  in  of 
losing  the  steamer,  was  quietly  escorting  Aouda  about 
the  streets  of  the  English  quarter,  making  the  neces- 
sary purchases  for  the  long  voyage  before  them.  It 
was  all  very  well  for  an  Englishman  like  Mr.  Fogg  to 
make  the  tour  of  the  world  with  a carpet-bag;  a lady 
could  not  be  expected  to  travel  comfortably  under 
such  conditions.  He  acquitted  his  task  with  charac- 
teristic serenity,  and  invariably  replied  to  the  remon- 
strances of  his  fair  companion,  who  was  confused  by 
liis  patience  and  generosity, — 

“It  is  in  the  interest  of  my  journey — a part  of  my 
programme.’’ 

The  purchases  made,  they  returned  to  the  hotel, 
where  they  dined  at  a sumptuously  served  table-d’hote; 
after  which  Aouda,  shaking  hands  with  her  protector 
after  the  English  fashion  retired  to  her  room  for  rest. 
Mr.  Fogg  absorbed  himself  throughout  the  evening 
in  the  perusal  of  the  Times  and  Illustrated  London 
News . 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  151 


Had  he  been  capable  of  being  astonished  at  any- 
thing, it  would  have  been  not  to  see  his  servant  return 
at  bedtime.  But,  knowing  that  the  steamer  was  not 
to  leave  for  Yokohama  until  the  next  morning,  he 
did  not  disturb  himself  about  the  matter.  When  Passe- 
partout did  not  appear  the  next  morning  to  answer 
his  master’s  bell,  Mr.  Fogg,  not  betraying  the  least 
vexation,  contented  himself  with  taking  his  carpet- 
bag, calling  Aouda,  and  sending  for  a palanquin. 

It  was  then  eight  o’clock ; at  half-past  nine,  it  being 
then  high  tide,  the  “ Carnatic  ” would  leave  the  har- 
bour. Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda  got  into  the  palanquin, 
their  luggage  being  brought  after  on  a wheelbarrow, 
and  half  an  hour  later  stepped  upon  the  quay  whence 
they  were  to  embark.  Mr.  Fogg  then  learned  that 
the  “ Carnatic  ” had  sailed  the  evening  before.  He 
had  expected  to  find  not  only  the  steamer,  but  his 
domestic,  and  was  forced  to  give  up  both ; but  no  sign 
of  disappointment  appeared  on  his  face,  and  he 
merely  remarked  to  Aouda,  “ It  is  an  accident,  madam  ; 
nothing  more.” 

At  this  moment  a man  who  had  been  observing  him 
attentively  approached.  It  was  Fix,  who,  bowing, 
addressed  Mr.  Fogg:  “ Were  you  not,  like  me,  sir,  a 
passenger  by  the  ‘ Rangoon/  which  arrived  yes- 
terday ? ” 

" I was,  sir,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg  coldly.  “ But  I 
have  act  the  honour — ” 


152  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ Pardon  me ; I thought  I should  find  your  servant 
here.” 

“Do  you  know  where  he  is,  sir?”  asked  Aouda 

anxiously. 

“ What ! ” responded  Fix,  feigning  surprise.  “ Is 
he  not  with  you  ? ” 

“ No,”  said  Aouda.  “ He  has  not  made  his  appear- 
ance since  yesterday.  Could  he  have  gone  on  board 
the  ‘ Carnatic  ’ without  us  ? ” 

“Without  you,  madam?”  answered  the  detective. 
“ Excuse  me,  did  you  intend  to  sail  in  the ' Carnatic  ’ ? ” 

“ Yes,  sir.” 

“ So  did  I,  madam,  and  I am  excessively  disap- 
pointed. The  ‘ Carnatic/  its  repairs  being  completed, 
left  Hong  Kong  twelve  hours  before  the  stated  time, 
without  any  notice  being  given;  and  we  must  now 
wait  a week  for  another  steamer.” 

As  he  said  “ a week  ” Fix  felt  his  heart  leap  for  joy. 
Fogg  detained  at  Hong  Kong  a week ! There  would 
be  time  for  the  warrant  to  arrive,  and  fortune  at  last 
favoured  the  representative  of  the  law.  His  horror 
may  be  imagined  when  he  heard  Mr.  Fogg  say,  in  his 
placid  voice,  “ But  there  are  other  vessels  besides  the 
‘ Carnatic/  it  seems  to  me,  in  the  harbour  of  Hong 
Kong.” 

And,  offering  his  arm  to  Aouda,  he  directed  his 
steps  toward  the  docks  in  search  of  some  craft  about 
to  start.  Fix,  stupefied,  followed;  it  seemed  as  if  he 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  153 

were  attached  to  Mr.  Fogg  by  an  invisible  thread. 
Chance,  however,  appeared  really  to  have  abandoned 
the  man  it  had  hitherto  served  so  well.  For  three 
hours  Phileas  Fogg  wandered  about  the  docks,  with 
the  determination,  if  necessary,  to  charter  a vessel  to 
carry  him  to  Yokohama;  but  he  could  only  find  ves- 
sels which  were  loading  or  unloading,  and  which 
could  not  therefore  set  sail.  Fix  began  to  hope 
again. 

But  Mr.  Fogg,  far  from  being  discouraged,  was 
continuing  his  search,  resolved  not  to  stop  if  he  had  to 
resort  to  Macao,  when  he  was  accosted  by  a sailor  on 
one  of  the  wharves. 

“ Is  your  honour  looking  for  a boat  ? ” 

“ Have  you  a boat  ready  for  sail  ? ” 

“ Yes,  your  honour;  a pilot-boat — No.  43 — the  best 
in  the  harbour.” 

“ Does  she  go  fast  ? ” 

“ Between  eight  and  nine  knots  the  hour.  Will  yot* 
look  at  her  ? ” 

“ Yes.” 

“ Your  honour  will  be  satisfied  with  her.  Is  it  for 
a sea  excursion  ? ” 

“No;  for  a voyage.” 

“A  voyage?” 

“ Yes ; will  you  agree  to  take  me  to  Yokohama?  ” 
The  sailor  leaned  on  the  railing,  opened  his  eyes 
wide,  and  said,  “ Is  your  honour  joking?  ” 


154  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ No.  I have  missed  the  ‘ Carnatic/  and  I must  get 
to  Yokohama  by  the  14th  at  the  latest,  to  take  the  boat 
for  San  Francisco.” 

“ I am  sorry,”  said  the  sailor,  “ but  it  is  impos- 
sible.” 

“ I offer  you  a hundred  pounds  per  day,  and  an 
additional  reward  of  two  hundred  pounds  if  I reach 
Yokohama  in  time.” 

“ Are  you  in  earnest  ? ” 

“ Very  much  so.” 

The  pilot  walked  away  a little  distance,  and  gazed 
out  to  sea,  evidently  struggling  between  the  anxiety 
to  gain  a large  sum  and  the  fear  of  venturing  so  far. 
Fix  was  in  mortal  suspense. 

Mr.  Fogg  turned  to  Aouda  and  asked  her,  “You 
would  not  be  afraid,  would  you,  madam?” 

“ Not  with  you,  Mr.  Fogg,”  was  her  answer. 

The  pilot  now  returned,  shuffling  his  hat  in  his 
hands. 

“ Well,  pilot?”  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ Well,  your  honour,”  replied  he,  “ I could  not 
risk  myself,  my  men,  or  my  little  boat  of  scarcely 
twenty  tons  on  so  long  a voyage  at  this  time  of  year. 
Besides,  we  could  not  reach  Yokohama  in  time,  for  it 
is  sixteen  hundred  and  sixty  miles  from  Hong  Kong.” 

“ Only  sixteen  hundred,”  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ It’s  the  same  thing.” 

Fix  breathed  more  freely. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  155 


“ But,”  added  the  pilot,  “ it  might  be  arranged 
another  way.” 

Fix  ceased  to  breathe  at  all. 

“How?”  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ By  going  to  Nagasaki  at  the  extreme  south  of 
Japan,  or  even  to  Shanghai,  which  is  only  eight 
hundred  miles  from  here.  In  going  to  Shanghai  we 
should  not  be  forced  to  sail  wide  of  the  Chinese  coast, 
which  would  be  a great  advantage,  as  the  currents 
run  northward,  and  would  aid  us.” 

“Pilot,”  said  Mr.  Fogg,  “ I must  take  the  American 
steamer  at  Yokohama,  and  not  at  Shanghai  or  Naga- 
saki.” 

“Why  not?”  returned  the  pilot.  “The  San  Fran- 
cisco steamer  does  not  start  from  Yokohama.  It  pute 
in  at  Yokohama  and  Nagasaki,  but  it  starts  from 
Shanghai.” 

“ You  are  sure  of  that  ? ” 

“ Perfectly.” 

“ And  when  does  the  boat  leave  Shanghai  ? ” 

“On  the  nth,  at  seven  in  the  evening.  We  have, 
therefore,  four  days  before  us,  that  is  ninety-six  hours ; 
and  in  that  time,  if  we  had  good  luck  and  a south-west 
wind,  and  the  sea  was  calm,  we  could  make  those 
eight  hundred  miles  to  Shanghai.” 

“ And  you  could  go — ” 

“ In  an  hour ; as  soon  as  provisions  could  be  got 
aboard  and  the  sails  put  up.” 


156  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ It  is  a bargain.  Are  you  the  master  of  the  boat?  ” 
“ Yes ; John  Bunsby,  master  of  the  ‘ Tankadere.’  ” 
“ Would  you  like  some  earnest-money  ? ” 

“ If  it  would  not  put  your  honour  out — ” 

“ Here  are  two  hundred  pounds  on  account.  Sir,” 
added  Phileas  Fogg,  turning  to  Fix,  “ if  you  would 
like  to  take  advantage — ” 

“ Thanks,  sir ; I was  about  to  ask  the  favour.” 

“ Very  well.  In  half  an  hour  we  shall  go  on 
board.” 

“ But  poor  Passepartout  ? ” urged  Aouda,  who  was 
much  disturbed  by  the  servant’s  disappearance. 

“ I shall  do  all  I can  to  find  him,”  replied  Phileas 

Fogg. 

While  Fix,  in  a feverish,  nervous  state,  repaired  to 
the  pilot-boat,  the  others  directed  their  course  to  the 
police-station  at  Plong  Kong.  Phileas  Fogg  there 
gave  Passepartout’s  description,  and  left  a sum  of 
money  to  be  spent  in  the  search  for  him.  The  same 
formalities  having  been  gone  through  at  the  French 
consulate,  and  the  palanquin  having  stopped  at  the 
hotel  for  the  luggage,  which  had  been  sent  back  there, 
they  returned  to  the  wharf. 

It  was  now  three  o’clock ; and  pilot-boat  No.  43,  with 
its  crew  on  board,  and  its  provisions  stored  away,  was 
ready  for  departure. 

The  “ Tankadere  ” was  a neat  little  craft  of  twenty 
tons,  as  gracefully  built  as  if  she  were  a racing  yacht. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  157 


Her  shining  copper  sheathing,  her  galvanized  iron- 
work, her  deck,  white  as  ivory,  betrayed  the  pride 
taken  by  John  Bunsby  in  making  her  presentable. 
Her  two  masts  leaned  a trifle  backward;  she  carried 
brigantine,  foresail,  storm- jib,  and  standing- jib,  and 
was  well  rigged  for  running  before  the  wind ; and  she 
seemed  capable  of  brisk  speed,  which,  indeed,  she  had 
already  proved  by  gaining  several  prizes  in  pilot-boat 
races.  The  crew  of  the  “ Tankadere  ” was  composed 
of  John  Bunsby,  the  master,  and  four  hardy  mariners, 
who  were  familiar  with  the  Chinese  seas.  John 
Bunsby  himself,  a man  of  forty-five  or  thereabouts, 
vigorous,  sunburnt,  with  a sprightly  expression  of 
the  eye,  and  energetic  and  self-reliant  countenance, 
would  have  inspired  confidence  in  the  most  timid. 

Phileas  Fogg  and  Aouda  went  on  board,  where  they 
found  Fix  already  installed.  Below  deck  was  a square 
cabin,  of  which  the  walls  bulged  out  in  the  form  of 
cots,  above  a circular  divan ; in  the  centre  was  a table 
provided  with  a swinging  lamp.  The  accommoda- 
tion was  confined,  but  neat. 

“ I am  sorry  to  have  nothing  better  to  offer  you,” 
said  Mr.  Fogg  to  Fix,  who  bowed  without  responding. 

The  detective  had  a feeling  akin  to  humiliation  in 
profiting  by  the  kindness  of  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ It’s  certain,”  thought  he,  “ though  rascal  as  he  is, 
he  is  a polite  one ! ” 

The  sails  and  the  English  flag  were  hoisted  at  ten 


I5«  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


minutes  past  three.  Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda,  who  were 
seated  on  deck,  cast  a last  glance  at  the  quay,  in  the 
hope  of  espying  Passepartout.  Fix  was  not  without 
his  fears  lest  chance  should  direct  the  steps  of  the  un- 
fortunate servant,  whom  he  had  so  badly  treated,  in 
this  direction ; in  which  case  an  explanation  the  reverse 
of  satisfactory  to  the  detective  must  have  ensued.  But 
the  Frenchman  did  not  appear,  and,  without  doubt,  wa3 
still  lying  under  the  stupefying  influence  of  the  opium. 

John  Bunsby,  master,  at  length  gave  the  order  to 
start,  and  the  “ Tankadere,”  taking  the  wind  under  her 
brigantine,  foresail,  and  standing- jib,  bounded  briskly 
forward  over  the  waves. 


CHAPTER  XXI 


IN  WHICH  THE  MASTER  OF  THE  “TANKADERE”  RUNS 
GREAT  RISK  OF  LOSING  A REWARD  OF  TWO  HUN- 
DRED POUNDS 

This  voyage  of  eight  hundred  miles  was  a perilous 
venture,  on  a craft  of  twenty  tons,  and  at  that  season 
of  the  year.  The  Chinese  seas  are  usually  boisterous, 
subject  to  terrible  gales  of  wind,  and  especially  during 
the  equinoxes ; and  it  was  now  early  November. 

It  would  clearly  have  been  to  the  master’s  advantage 
to  carry  his  passengers  to  Yokohama,  since  he  was 
paid  a certain  sum  per  day;  but  he  would  have  been 
rash  to  attempt  such  a voyage,  and  it  was  imprudent 
even  to  attempt  to  reach  Shanghai.  But  John  Bunsby 
believed  in  the  “ Tankadere,”  which  rode  on  the  waves 
like  a seagull ; and  perhaps  he  was  not  wrong. 

Late  in  the  day  they  passed  through  the  capricious 
channels  of  Hong  Kong,  and  the  “Tankadere,”  im- 
pelled by  favourable  winds,  conducted  herself  ad- 
mirably. 

“ I do  not  need,  pilot,”  said  Phileas  Fogg,  when 
they  got  into  the  open  sea,  “to  advise  you  to  use  all 
possible  speed.” 


160  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ Trust  me,  your  honour.  We  are  carrying  all  the 
sail  the  wind  will  let  us.  The  poles  would  add  noth- 
ing, and  are  only  used  when  we  are  going  into 
port.” 

“ It’s  your  trade,  not  mine,  pilot,  and  I confide  in 
you.”  y 

Phileas  Fogg,  with  body  erect  and  legs  wide  apart, 
standing  like  a sailor,  gazed  without  staggering  at  the 
swelling  waters.  The  young  woman,  who  was  seated 
aft,  was  profoundly  affected  as  she  looked  out  upon 
the  ocean,  darkening  now  with  the  twilight,  on  which 
she  had  ventured  in  so  frail  a vessel.  Above  her  head 
rustled  the  white  sails,  which  seemed  like  great  white 
wings.  The  boat,  carried  forward  by  the  wind, 
seemed  to  be  flying  in  the  air. 

Night  came.  The  moon  was  entering  her  first 
quarter,  and  her  insufficient  light  would  soon  die  out 
in  the  mist  on  the  horizon.  Clouds  were  rising 
from  the  east,  and  already  overcast  a part  of  the 
heavens. 

The  pilot  had  hung  out  his  lights,  which  was  very 
necessary  in  these  seas  crowded  with  vessels  bound 
landward;  for  collisions  are  not  uncommon  occur- 
rences, and,  at  the  speed  she  was  going,  the  least  shock 
would  shatter  the  gallant  little  craft. 

Fix,  seated  in  the  bow,  gave  himself  up  to  medi- 
tation. He  kept  apart  from  his  fellow-travellers, 
knowing  Mr.  Fogg’s  taciturn  tastes ; besides,  he  did 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  161 


not  quite  like  to  talk  to  the  man  whose  favours  he  had 
accepted.  He  was  thinking,  too,  of  the  future.  It 
seemed  certain  that  Fogg  would  not  stop  at  Yokohama, 
but  would  at  once  take  the  boat  for  San  Francisco ; and 
the  vast  extent  of  America  would  insure  him  im- 
munity and  safety.  Fogg’s  plan  appeared  to  him  the 
simplest  in  the  world.  Instead  of  sailing  directly 
from  England  to  the  United  States,  like  a common  vil- 
lain, he  had  traversed  three  quarters  of  the  globe,  so 
as  to  gain  the  American  continent  more  surely;  and 
there,  after  throwing  the  police  off  his  track,  he  would 
quietly  enjoy  himself  with  the  fortune  stolen  from 
the  bank.  But,  once  in  the  United  States,  what 
should  he,  Fix,  do?  Should  he  abandon  this  man? 
No,  a hundred  times  no!  Until  he  had  secured  his 
extradition,  he  would  not  lose  sight  of  him  for  an 
hour.  If  was  his  duty,  and  he  would  fulfil  it  to  the 
end.  At  all  events,  there  was  one  thing  to  be  thank- 
ful for : Passepartout  was  not  with  his  master ; and  it 
was  above  all  important,  after  the  confidences  Fix  had 
imparted  to  him,  that  the  servant  should  never  have 
speech  with  his  master. 

Fhileas  Fogg  was  also  thinking  of  Passepartout,  who 
had  so  strangely  disappeared.  Looking  at  the  matter 
from  every  point  of  view,  it  did  not  seem  to  him  im- 
possible that,  by  some  mistake,  the  man  might  have 
embarked  on  the  “ Carnatic  ” at  the  last  moment : 
and  this  was  also  Aouda’s  opinion,  who  regretted  very 


162  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


much  the  loss  of  the  worthy  fellow  to  whom  she  owed 
so  much.  They  might  then  find  him  at  Yokohama; 
for  if  the  “ Carnatic  ” was  carrying  him  thither, 
it  would  be  easy  to  ascertain  if  he  had  been  on 
board. 

A brisk  breeze  arose  about  ten  o’clock ; but,  though 
it  might  have  been  prudent  to  take  in  a reef,  the  pilot, 
after  carefully  examining  the  heavens,  let  the  craft 
remain  rigged  as  before.  The  “ Tankadere  ” bore  sail 
admirably,  as  she  drew  a great  deal  of  water,  and 
everything  was  prepared  for  high  speed  in  case  of  a 
gale. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda  descended  into  the  cabin  at 
midnight,  having  been  already  preceded  by  Fix,  who 
had  lain  down  on  one  of  the  cots.  The  pilot  and  crew 
remained  on  deck  all  night. 

At  sunrise  the  next  day,  which  was  November  8th, 
the  boat  had  made  more  than  one  hundred  miles.  The 
log  indicated  a mean  speed  of  between  eight  and  nine 
miles.  The  “ Tankadere ” still  carried  all  sail,  and 
was  accomplishing  her  greatest  capacity  for  speed. 
If  the  wind  held  as  it  was,  the  chances  would  be  in 
her  favour.  During  the  day  she  kept  along  the  coast, 
where  the  currents  were  favourable;  the  coast,  irreg- 
ular in  profile,  and  visible  sometimes  across  the 
clearings,  was  at  most  five  miles  distant.  The  sea 
was  less  boisterous,  since  the  wind  came  off  land — a 
fortunate  circumstance  for  the  boat,  which  would  suf- 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  163 


fer,  owing  to  its  small  tonnage,  by  a heavy  surge  on 
the  sea. 

The  breeze  subsided  a little  towards  noon,  and  set 
in  from  the  south-west.  The  pilot  put  up  his  poles, 
but  took  them  down  again  within  two  hours,  as  the 
wind  freshened  up  anew. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda,  happily  unaffected  by  the 
roughness  of  the  sea,  ate  with  a good  appetite,  Fix 
being  invited  to  share  their  repast,  which  he  accepted 
with  secret  chagrin.  To  travel  at  this  man’s  expense 
and  live  upon  his  provisions  was  not  palatable  to  him. 
Still,  he  was  obliged  to  eat,  and  so  he  ate. 

When  the  meal  was  over,  he  took  Mr.  Fogg  apart, 
and  said,  “ Sir,” — this  “ sir  ” scorched  his  lips,  and  he 
had  to  control  himself  to  avoid  collaring  this  “ gen- 
tleman,”— “ sir,  you  have  been  very  kind  to  give  me 
a passage  on  this  boat.  But,  though  my  means  will 
not  admit  of  my  expending  them  as  freely  as  you,  I 
must  ask  to  pay  my  share — ” 

“ Let  us  not  speak  of  that,  sir,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ But,  if  I insist — ” 

“ No,  sir,”  repeated  Mr.  Fogg,  in  a tone  which  did 
not  admit  of  a reply.  “ This  enters  into  my  general 
expenses.” 

Fix,  as  he  bowed,  had  a stifled  feeling,  and  going 
forward,  where  he  ensconced  himself,  did  not  open 
his  mouth  for  the  rest  of  the  day. 

Meanwhile  they  were  progressing  famously,  and 


I 


164  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


John  Bunsby  was  in  high  hope.  He  several  times 
assured  Mr.  Fogg  that  they  would  reach  Shanghai  in 
time;  to  which  that  gentleman  responded  that  he 
counted  upon  it.  The  crew  set  to  work  in  good 
earnest,  inspired  by  the  reward  to  be  gained.  There 
was  not  a sheet  which  was  not  tightened,  not  a sail 
which  was  not  vigorously  hoisted ; not  a lurch  could 
be  charged  to  the  man  at  the  helm.  They  worked  as 
desperately  as  if  they  were  contesting  in  a Royal  Yacht 
regatta. 

By  evening,  the  log  showed  that  two  hundred  and 
twenty  miles  had  been  accomplished  from  Hong  Kong, 
and  Mr.  Fogg  might  hope  that  he  would  be  able  to 
reach  Yokohama  without  recording  any  delay  in  his 
journal ; in  which  case,  the  only  misadventure  which 
had  overtaken  him  since  he  left  London  would  not 
seriously  affect  his  journey. 

The  “ Tankadere  ” entered  the  Straits  of  Fo-Kien, 
which  separate  the  island  of  Formosa  from  the  Chinese 
coast,  in  the  small  hours  of  the  night,  and  crossed  the 
Tropic  of  Cancer.  The  sea  was  very  rough  in  the 
straits,  full  of  eddies  formed  by  the  counter  currents, 
and  the  chopping  waves  broke  her  course,  whilst  it 
became  very  difficult  to  stand  on  deck. 

At  daybreak  the  wind  began  to  blow  hard  again, 
and  the  heavens  seemed  to  predict  a gale.  The 
barometer  announced  a speedy  change,  the  mercury 
rising  and  falling  capriciously;  the  sea  also,  in  the 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  165 


south-east,  raised  long  surges  which  indicated  a 
tempest.  The  sun  had  set  the  evening  before  in  a red 
mist,  in  the  midst  of  the  phosphorescent  scintillations 
of  the  ocean. 

John  Bunsby  long  examined  the  threatening  aspect 
of  the  heavens,  muttering  indistinctly  between  his 
teeth.  At  last  he  said  in  a low  voice  to  Mr.  Fogg, 
“ Shall  I speak  out  to  your  honour  ?” 

“ Of  course/’ 

“Well,  we  are  going  to  have  a squall/’ 

“Is  the  wind  north  or  south?”  asked  Mr.  Fogg 
quietly. 

“ South.  Look ! a typhoon  is  coming  up.” 

“ Glad  it’s  a typhoon  from  the  south,  for  it  will  carry 
us  forward.” 

“ Oh,  if  you  take  it  that  way,”  said  John  Bunsby, 
“ Fve  nothing  more  to  say.”  John  Bunsby ’s  suspi- 
cions were  confirmed.  At  a less  advanced  season  of 
the  year  the  typhoon,  according  to  a famous  meteorol- 
ogist, would  have  passed  away  like  a luminous  cascade 
of  electric  flame;  but  in  the  winter  equinox,  it  was 
to  be  feared  that  it  would  burst  upon  them  with  great 
violence. 

The  pilot  took  his  precautions  in  advance.  He 
reefed  all  sail,  the  pole-masts  were  dispensed  with ; all 
hands  went  forward  to  the  bows.  A single  triangular 
sail,  of  strong  canvas,  was  hoisted  as  a storm-jib,  so 
as  to  hold  the  wind  from  behind.  Then  they  waited. 


1 66  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


John  Bunsby  had  requested  his  passengers  to  go 
below;  but  this  imprisonment  in  so  narrow  a space, 
with  little  air,  and  the  boat  bouncing  in  the  gale,  was 
far  from  pleasant.  Neither  Mr.  Fogg,  Fix,  not 
Aouda  consented  to  leave  the  deck. 

The  storm  of  rain  and  wind  descended  upon  them 
towards  eight  o’clock.  With  but  its  bit  of  sail,  the 
“ Tankadere  ” was  lifted  like  a feather  by  a wind  an 
idea  of  whose  violence  can  scarcely  be  given.  To 
compare  her  speed  to  four  times  that  of  a locomotive 
going  on  full  steam  would  be  below  the  truth. 

The  boat  scudded  thus  northward  during  the  whole 
day,  borne  cn  by  monstrous  waves,  preserving  always, 
fortunately,  a speed  equal  to  theirs.  Twenty  times 
she  seemed  almost  to  be  submerged  by  these  moun- 
tains of  water  which  rose  behind  her;  but  the  adroit 
management  of  the  pilot  saved  her.  The  passengers 
were  often  bathed  in  spray,  but  they  submitted  to  it 
philosophically.  Fix  cursed  it,  no  doubt;  but  Aouda, 
with  her  eyes  fastened  upon  her  protector,  whose  cool- 
ness amazed  her,  showed  herself  worthy  of  him,  and 
bravely  weathered  the  storm.  As  for  Phileas  Fogg, 
it  seemed  just  as  if  the  typhoon  were  a part  of  his 
programme. 

Up  to  this  time  the  “ Tankadere  ” had  always  held 
her  course  to  the  north ; but  towards  evening  the  wind, 
veering  three  quarters,  bore  down  from  the  north- 
west. The  boat,  now  lying  in  the  trough  of  the  waves. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  167 


shook  and  rolled  terribly ; the  sea  struck  her  with  fear- 
ful violence.  At  night  the  tempest  increased  in  vio- 
lence. John  Bunsby  saw  the  approach  of  darkness 
and  the  rising  of  the  storm  with  dark  misgivings. 
He  thought  awhile,  and  then  asked  his  crew  if  it  was 
not  time  to  slacken  speed.  After  a consultation  he 
approached  Mr.  Fogg,  and  said,  “ I think,  your  hon- 
our, that  we  should  do  well  to  make  for  one  of  the 
ports  on  the  coast.” 

“ I think  so  too.” 

“ Ah ! ” said  the  pilot.  “ But  which  one  ? 99 

“ I know  of  but  one,”  returned  Mr.  Fogg,  tran- 
quilly. 

“ And  that  is — ” 

“ Shanghai.” 

The  pilot,  at  first,  did  not  seem  to  comprehend;  he 
could  scarcely  realize  so  much  determination  and 
tenacity.  Then  he  cried,  “ Well — yes ! Your  honour 
is  right.  To  Shanghai!” 

So  the  “Tankadere”  kept  steadily  on  her  north- 
ward track. 

The  night  was  really  terrible ; it  would  be  a miracle 
if  the  craft  did  not  founder.  Twice  it  would  have 
been  all  over  with  her,  if  the  crew  had  not  been  con- 
stantly on  the  watch.  Aouda  was  exhausted,  but  did 
not  utter  a complaint.  More  than  once  Mr.  Fogg 
rushed  to  protect  her  from  the  violence  of  the  waves. 

Day  reappeared.  The  tempest  still  raged  with- 


1 68  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


undiminished  fury;  but  the  wind  now  returned  to  the 
south-east.  It  was  a favourable  change,  and  the 
“ Tankadere  ” again  bounded  forward  on  this  moun- 
tainous sea,  though  the  waves  crossed  each  other, 
and  imparted  shocks  and  counter-shocks  which  would 
have  crushed  a craft  less  solidly  built.  From  time  to 
time  the  coast  was  visible  through  the  broken  mist, 
but  no  vessel  was  in  sight.  The  “ Tankadere  ” was 
alone  upon  the  sea. 

There  were  some  signs  of  a calm  at  noon,  and  these 
became  more  distinct  as  the  sun  descended  toward 
the  horizon.  The  tempest  had  been  as  brief  as  ter- 
rific. The  passengers,  thoroughly  exhausted,  could 
now  eat  a little  and  take  some  repose. 

The  night  was  comparatively  quiet.  Some  of  the 
sails  were  again  hoisted,  and  the  speed  of  the  boat  was 
very  good.  The  next  morning  at  dawn  they  espied 
the  coast,  and  John  Bunsby  was  able  to  assert  that 
they  were  not  one  hundred  miles  from  Shanghai.  A 
hundred  miles,  and  only  one  day  to  traverse  them! 
That  very  evening  Mr.  Fogg  was  due  at  Shanghai,  if 
he  did  not  wish  to  miss  the  steamer  to  Yokohama. 
Had  there  been  no  storm,  during  which  several  hours 
were  lost,  they  would  be  at  this  moment  within  thirty 
miles  of  their  destination. 

The  wind  grew  decidedly  calmer,  and  happily  the 
sea  fell  with  it.  All  sails  were  now  hoisted,  and  at 
noon  the  “ Tankadere  ” was  within  forty-five  miles  of 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  169 


Shanghai.  There  remained  yet  six  hours  in  which  to 
accomplish  that  distance.  All  on  board  feared  that  it 
could  not  be  done  and  every  one — Phileas  Fogg,  no 
doubt,  excepted — felt  his  heart  beat  with  impatience. 
The  boat  must  keep  up  an  average  of  nine  miles  an 
hour,  and  the  wind  wras  becoming  calmer  every 
moment!  It  was  a capricious  breeze,  coming  from 
the  coast,  and  after  it  passed  the  sea  became  smooth. 
Still,  the  “Tankadere  ” was  so  light,  and  her  fine  sails 
caught  the  fickle  zephyrs  so  well,  that,  with  the  aid  of 
the  current,  John  Bunsby  found  himself  at  six  o’clock 
not  more  than  ten  miles  from  the  mouth  of  Shanghai 
River.  Shanghai  itself  is  situated  at  least  twelve  miles 
up  the  stream.  At  seven  they  were  still  three  miles 
from  Shanghai.  The  pilot  swore  an  angry  oath ; the 
reward  of  two  hundred  pounds  was  evidently  on  the 
point  of  escaping  him.  He  looked  at  Mr.  Fogg.  Mr. 
Fogg  was  perfectly  tranquil ; and  yet  his  whole  fortune 
was  at  this  moment  at  stake. 

At  this  moment,  also,  a long  black  funnel,  crowned 
with  wreaths  of  smoke,  appeared  on  the  edge  of  the 
waters.  It  was  the  American  steamer,  leaving  for 
Yokohama  at  the  appointed  time. 

“ Confound  her ! ” cried  John  Bunsby,  pushing  back 
the  rudder  with  a desperate  jerk. 

“ Signal  her ! ” said  Phileas  Fogg  quietly. 

A small  brass  cannon  stood  on  the  forward  deck  of 
the  “ Tankadere,”  for  making  signals  in  the  fogs.  It 


170  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


was  loaded  to  the  muzzle;  but  just  as  the  pilot  was 
about  to  apply  a red-hot  coal  to  the  touchhole,  Mr. 
Fogg  said,  “ Hoist  your  flag!” 

The  flag  was  run  up  at  halfmast,  and,  this  being  the 
signal  of  distress,  it  was  hoped  that  the  American 
steamer,  perceiving  it,  would  change  her  course  a 
little,  so  as  to  succour  the  pilot-boat. 

“ Fire ! ” said  Mr.  Fogg.  And  the  booming  of  the 
little  cannon  resounded  in  the  air. 


CHAPTER  XXII 


IN  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT  FINDS  OUT  THAT,  EVEN  AT 
THE  ANTIPODES,  IT  IS  CONVENIENT  TO  HAVE  SOME 
MONEY  IN  ONE'S  POCKET 

The  “ Carnatic, ” setting  sail  from  Hong  Kong  at  half- 
past six  on  the  7th  of  November,  directed  her  course 
at  full  steam  towards  Japan.  She  carried  a large 
cargo  and  a well-filled  cabin  of  passengers.  Two 
state-rooms  in  the  rear  were,  however,  unoccu- 
pied,— those  which  had  been  engaged  by  Phileas 
Fogg. 

The  next  day  a passenger,  with  a half-stupefied  eye, 
staggering  gait,  and  disordered  hair,  was  seen  to 
emerge  from  the  second  cabin,  and  to  totter  to  a seat 
on  deck. 

It  was  Passepartout;  and  what  had  happened  to 
him  was  as  follows : — Shortly  after  Fix  left  the  opium 
den,  two  waiters  had  lifted  the  unconscious  Passepar- 
tout, and  had  carried  him  to  the  bed  reserved  for 
the  smokers.  Three  hours  later,  pursued  even  in  his 
dreams  by  a fixed  idea,  the  poor  fellow  awoke,  and 
struggled  against  the  stupefying  influence  of  the  nar- 
cotic. The  thought  of  a duty  unfulfilled  shook  off 


172  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


his  torpor,  and  he  hurried  from  the  abode  of  drunk- 
enness. Staggering  and  holding  himself  up  by  keep- 
ing against  the  walls,  falling  down  and  creeping  up 
again,  and  irresistibly  impelled  by  a kind  of  instinct, 
he  kept  frying  out,  “ The  * Carnatic ! * the  ‘ Car- 
natic !’” 

The  steamer  lay  puffing  alongside  the  quay,  on  the 
point  of  starting.  Passepartout  had  but  few  steps  to 
go ; and,  rushing  upon  the  plank,  he  crossed  it,  and  fell 
unconscious  on  the  deck,  just  as  the  “ Carnatic  ” was 
moving  off.  Several  sailors,  who  were  evidently 
accustomed  to  this  sort  of  scene,  carried  the  poor 
Frenchman  down  into  the  second  cabin,  and  Passepar- 
tout did  not  awake  until  they  were  one  hundred  and 
fifty  miles  away  from  China.  Thus  he  found  himself 
the  next  morning  on  the  deck  of  the  “ Carnatic,”  and 
eagerly  inhaling  the  exhilarating  sea-breeze.  The  pure 
air  sobered  him.  He  began  to  collect  his  senses,  which 
he  found  a difficult  task;  but  at  last  he  recalled  the 
events  of  the  evening  before,  Fix’s  revelation,  and  the 
opium-house. 

“ It  is  evident,”  said  he  to  himself,  “ that  I have  been 
abominably  drunk!  What  will  Mr.  Fogg  say?  At 
least  I have  not  missed  the  steamer,  which  is  the  most 
important  thing.” 

Then,  as  Fix  occurred  to  him: — -“As  for  that 
rascal,  I hope  we  are  well  rid  of  him,  and  that  he  has 
not  dared,  as  he  proposed,  to  follow  us  on  board  the 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  173 


4 Carnatic.’  A detective  on  the  track  of  Mr.  Fogg, 
accused  of  robbing  the  Bank  of  England ! Pshaw ! 
Mr.  Fogg  is  no  more  a robber  than  I am  a mur- 
derer.” 

Should  he  divulge  Fix’s  real  errand  to  his  master  ? 
Would  it  do  to  tell  the  part  the  detective  was  playing? 
Would  it  not  be  better  to  wait  until  Mr.  Fogg  reached 
London  again,  and  then  impart  to  him  that  an  agent 
of  the  metropolitan  police  had  been  following  him 
round  the  world,  and  have  a good  laugh  over  it?  No 
doubt;  at  least,  it  was  worth  considering.  The  first 
thing  to  do  was  to  find  Mr.  Fogg,  and  apologize  for  his 
singular  behaviour. 

Passepartout  got  up  and  proceeded,  as  well  as  he 
could  with  the  rolling  of  the  steamer,  to  the  after-deck. 
He  saw  no  one  who  resembled  either  his  master  or 
Aouda.  44  Good ! ” muttered  he ; 44  Aouda  has  not  got 
up  yet,  and  Mr.  Fogg  has  probably  found  some  part- 
ners at  whist.” 

Fie  descended  to  the  saloon.  Mr.  Fogg  was  not 
there.  Passepartout  had  only,  however,  to  ask  the 
purser  the  number  of  his  master’s  state-room.  The 
purser  replied  that  he  did  not  know  any  passenger  by 
the  name  of  Fogg. 

44 1 beg  your  pardon,”  said  Passepartout  persistently. 
44  He  is  a tall  gentleman,  quiet,  and  not  very  talkative, 
and  has  with  him  a young  lady—” 

“ There  is  no  young  lady  on  board,”  interrupted 


174  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


the  purser.  “ Here  is  a list  of  the  passengers ; you 
may  see  for  yourself.” 

Passepartout  scanned  the  list,  but  his  master’s  name 
was  not  upon  it.  All  at  once  an  idea  struck  him. 

“ Ah ! am  I on  the  * Carnatic  ? ’ ” 

“Yes.” 

“ On  the  way  to  Yokohama?  ” 

“ Certainly.” 

Passepartout  had  for  an  instant  feared  that  he  was 
on  the  wrong  boat ; but,  though  he  was  really  on  the 
“ Carnatic,”  his  master  was  not  there. 

He  fell  thunderstruck  on  a seat.  He  saw  it  all  now. 
He  remembered  that  the  time  of  sailing  had  been 
changed,  that  he  should  have  informed  his  master  of 
that  fact,  and  that  he  had  not  done  so.  It  was  his 
fault,  then,  that  Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda  had  missed  the 
steamer.  Yes,  but  it  was  still  more  the  fault  of  the 
traitor  who,  in  order  to  separate  him  from  his  master, 
and  detain  the  latter  at  Hong  Kong,  had  inveigled  him 
into  getting  drunk ! He  now  saw  the  detective’s  trick ; 
and  at  this  moment  Mr.  Fogg  was  certainly  ruined, 
his  bet  was  lost,  and  he  himself  perhaps  arrested  and 
imprisoned ! At  this  thought  Passepartout  tore  his 
hair.  Ah,  if  Fix  ever  came  within  his  reach,  what  a 
settling  of  accounts  there  would  be! 

After  his  first  depression,  Passepartout  became 
calmer,  and  began  to  study  his  situation.  It  was 
certainly  not  an  enviable  one.  He  found  himself  on 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  175 


the  way  to  Japan,  and  what  should  he  do  when  he  got 
there?  His  pocket  was  empty;  he  had  not  a solitary 
shilling' — not  so  much  as  a penny.  His  passage  had 
fortunately  been  paid  for  in  advance ; and  he  had  five 
or  six  days  in  which  to  decide  upon  his  future  course. 
He  fell  to  at  meals  with  an  appetite,  and  ate  for  Mr. 
Fogg,  Aouda,  and  himself.  He  helped  himself  as 
generously  as  if  Japan  were  a desert,  where  nothing 
to  eat  was  to  be  looked  for. 

At  dawn  on  the  13th  the  “ Carnatic  ” entered  the 
port  of  Yokohama.  This  is  an  important  way-station 
in  the  Pacific,  where  all  the  mail-steamers,  and  those 
carrying  travellers  between  North  America,  China, 
Japan,  and  the  Oriental  islands,  put  in.  It  is  situated 
in  the  bay  of  Yeddo,  and  at  but  a short  distance  from 
that  second  capital  of  the  Japanese  Empire,  and  the 
residence  of  the  Tycoon,  the  civil  Emperor,  before  the 
Mikado,  the  spiritual  Emperor,  absorbed  his  office  in 
his  own.  The  “ Carnatic  ” anchored  at  the  quay  near 
the  custom-house,  in  the  midst  of  a crowd  of  ships 
bearing  the  flags  of  all  nations. 

Passepartout  went  timidly  ashore  on  this  so  curious 
territory  of  the  Sons  of  the  Sun.  He  had  nothing  bet- 
ter to  do  than,  taking  chance  for  his  guide,  to  wander 
aimlessly  through  the  streets.of  Yokohama.  He  found 
himself  at  first  in  a thoroughly  European  quarter,  the 
houses  having  low  fronts,  and  being  adorned  with 
verandas,  beneath  which  he  caught  glimpses  of  neat 


176  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


peristyles.  This  quarter  occupied,  with  its  streets, 
squares,  docks  and  warehouses,  all  the  space  between 
the  “ promontory  of  the  Treaty  ” and  the  river.  Here, 
as  at  Hong  Kong  and  Calcutta,  were  mixed  crowds  of 
all  races, — Americans  and  English,  Chinamen  and 
Dutchmen,  mostly  merchants  ready  to  buy  or  sell 
anything.  The  Frenchman  felt  himself  as  much  alone 
among  them  as  if  he  had  dropped  down  in  the  midst 
of  Hottentots. 

He  had,  at  least,  one  resource, — to  call  on  the  French 
and  English  consuls  at  Yokohama  for  assistance.  But 
he  shrank  from  telling  the  story  of  his  adventures, 
intimately  connected  as  it  was  with  that  of  his  master : 
and,  before  doing  so,  he  determined  to  exhaust  all 
other  means  of  aid.  As  chance  did  not  favour  him 
in  the  European  quarter,  he  penetrated  that  inhabited 
by  the  native  Japanese,  determined,  if  necessary,  to 
push  on  to  Yeddo. 

The  Japanese  quarter  of  Yokohama  is  called  Benten, 
after  the  goddess  of  the  sea,  who  is  worshipped  on  the 
islands  round  about.  There  Passepartout  beheld  beauti- 
ful fir  and  cedar  groves,  sacred  gates  of  a singular 
architecture,  bridges  half  hid  in  the  midst  of  bamboos 
and  reeds,  temples  shaded  by  immense  cedar-trees,  holy 
retreats  where  were  sheltered  Buddhist  priests  and 
sectaries  of  Confucius,  and  interminable  streets,  where 
a perfect  harvest  of  rose-tinted  and  red-cheeked  chil- 
dren, who  looked  as  if  they  had  been  cut  out  of  Japa- 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  177 


nese  screens,  and  who  were  playing  in  the  midst  of 
short-legged  poodles  and  yellowish  cats,  might  have 
been  gathered. 

The  streets  were  crowded  with  people.  Priests  were 
passing  in  processions,  beating  their  dreary  tambou- 
rines; police  and  custom-house  officers  with  pointed 
hats  encrusted  with  lac,  and  carrying  two  sabres  hung 
to  their  waists ; soldiers,  clad  in  blue  cotton  with  white 
stripes,  and  bearing  guns ; the  Mikado’s  guards, 
enveloped  in  silken  doublets,  hauberks,  and  coats  of 
mail;  and  numbers  of  military  folk  of  all  ranks — for 
the  military  profession  is  as  much  respected  in  Japan 
as  it  is  despised  in  China — went  hither  and  thither  in 
groups  and  pairs.  Passepartout  saw,  too,  begging 
friars,  long-robed  pilgrims,  and  simple  civilians,  with 
their  warped  and  jet-black  hair,  big  heads,  long  busts, 
slender  legs,  short  stature,  and  complexions  varying 
from  copper-colour  to  a dead  white,  but  never  yellow, 
like  the  Chinese,  from  whom  the  Japanese  widely  dif- 
fer. He  did  not  fail  to  observe  the  curious  equipages, 
— carriages  and  palanquins,  barrows  supplied  with 
sails,  and  litters  made  of  bamboo;  nor  the  women — • 
whom  he  thought  not  especially  handsome, — who  took 
little  steps  with  their  little  feet,  whereon  they  wore 
canvas  shoes,  straw  sandals,  and  clogs  of  worked 
wood,  and  who  displayed  tight-looking  eyes,  flat  chests, 
teeth  fashionably  blackened,  and  gowns  crossed  with 
silken  scarfs,  tied  in  an  enormous  knot  behind, — an 


178  AROUND  THE  WOkld  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


ornament  which  the  modern  Parisian  ladies  seem  to 
have  borrowed  from  the  dames  of  Japan. 

Passepartout  wandered  for  several  hours  in  the  midst 
of  this  motley  crowd,  looking  in  at  the  windows  of  the 
rich  and  curious  shops,  the  jewellery  establishments 
glittering  with  quaint  Japanese  ornaments,  the  restau- 
rants decked  with  streamers  and  banners,  the  tea- 
houses, where  the  odorous  beverage  was  being  drunk 
with  “ saki,”  a liquor  concocted  from  the  fermentation 
of  rice,  and  the  comfortable  smoking-houses,  where 
they  were  puffing,  not  opium,  which  is  almost  unknown 
in  Japan,  but  a very  fine,  stringy  tobacco.  He  went  on 
till  he  found  himself  in  the  fields,  in  the  midst  of  vast 
rice  plantations.  There  he  saw  dazzling  camelias  ex- 
panding themselves,  with  flow*ers  which  were  giving 
forth  their  last  colours  and  perfumes,  not  on  bushes, 
but  on  trees;  and  within  bamboo  enclosures,  cherry, 
plum,  and  apple  trees,  which  the  Japanese  cultivate 
rather  for  their  blossoms  than  their  fruit,  and  which 
queerly-fashioned  grinning  scarecrows  protected  from 
the  sparrows,  pigeons,  ravens,  and  other  voracious 
birds.  On  the  branches  of  the  cedars  were  perched 
large  eagles ; amid  the  foliage  of  the  weeping  willows 
were  herons,  solemnly  standing  on  one  leg;  and  on 
every  hand  w£re  crows,  ducks,  hawks,  wild  birds,  and 
a multitude  of  cranes,  which  the  Japanese  consider 
sacred,  and  which  to  their  minds  symbolize  long  life 
and  prosperity. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  179 


As  he  was  strolling  along,  Passepartout  espied  some 
violets  among  the  shrubs. 

“ Good ! ” said  he ; “ I’ll  have  some  supper.” 

But,  on  smelling  them,  he  found  that  they  were 
odourless. 

“ No  chance  there,”  thought  he. 

The  worthy  fellow  had  certainly  taken  good  care 
to  eat  as  hearty  a breakfast  as  possible  before  leaving 
the  “ Carnatic ; ” but  as  he  had  been  walking  about  all 
day,  the  demands  of  hunger  were  becoming  importu- 
nate. 

He  observed  that  the  butchers’  stalls  contained 
neither  mutton,  goat,  nor  pork ; and  knowing  also  that 
it  is  a sacrilege  to  kill  cattle,  which  are  preserved  solely 
for  farming,  he  made  up  his  mind  that  meat  was  far 
from  plentiful  in  Yokohama, — nor  was  he  mistaken; 
and  in  default  of  butcher's  meat,  he  could  have  wished 
for  a quarter  of  wild  boar  or  deer,  a partridge,  or  some 
quails,  some  game  or  fish,  which,  with  rice,  the 
Japanese  eat  almost  exclusively.  But  he  found  it 
necessary  to  keep  up  a stout  heart,  and  to  postpone  the 
meal  he  craved  till  the  following  morning.  Night  came* 
and  Passepartout  re-entered  the  native  quarter,  where 
he  wandered  through  the  streets,  lit  by  vari-coloured 
lanterns,  looking  on  at  the  dancers  who  were  executing 
skilful  steps  and  boundings,  and  the  astrologers  who 
stood  in  the  open  air  writh  their  telescopes.  Then  he 
came  to  the  harbour,  which  was  lit  up  by  the  rosin 


180  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


torches  of  the  fishermen,  who  were  fishing  from  their 
boats. 

The  streets  at  last  became  quiet,  and  the  patrol, 
the  officers  of  which,  in  their  splendid  costumes, 
and  surrbimded  by  their  suites,  Passepartout  thought 
seemed  like  embassadors,  succeeded  the  bustling 
crowd.  Each  time  a company  passed,  Passepartout 
chuckled,  and  said  to  himself,  “Good!  another  Japa- 
nese embassy  departing  for  Europe ! ” 


CHAPTER  XXIII 


IN  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT'S  NOSE  BECOMES  OUT- 
RAGEOUSJ-Y  LONG 

The  next  morning  poor,  jaded,  famished  Passepartout 
said  to  himself  that  he  must  get  something  to  eat  at  all 
hazards,  and  the  sooner  he  did  so  the  better.  He  might, 
indeed,  sell  his  watch;  but  he  would  have  starved 
first. 

Now  or  never  he  must  use  the  strong,  if  not  melodi- 
ous voice  which  nature  had  bestowed  upon  him.  Pie 
knew  several  French  and  English  songs,  and  resolved 
to  try  them  upon  the  Japanese,  who  must  be  lovers  of 
music,  since  they  were  for  ever  pounding  on  their 
cymbals,  tam-tams,  and  tambourines,  and  could  not 
but  appreciate  European  talent. 

It  was,  perhaps,  rather  early  in  the  morning  to  get 
up  a concert,  and  the  audience,  prematurely  aroused 
from  their  slumbers,  might  not,  possibly,  pay  their 
entertainer  with  coin  bearing  the  Mikado's  features. 
Passepartout  therefore  decided  to  wait  several  hours; 
and,  as  he  was  sauntering  along,  it  occurred  to  him 
that  he  would  seem  rather  too  well  dressed  for  a wan- 
dering artist  The  idea  struck  him  to  change  his 


1 82  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


garments  for  clothes  more  in  harmony  with  his  project; 
by  which  he  might  also  get  a little  money  to  satisfy  the 
immediate  cravings  of  hunger.  The  resolution  taken, 
it  remained  to  carry  it  out. 

It  was  only  after  a long  search  that  Passepartout 
discovered  a native  dealer  in  old  clothes,  to  whom  he 
applied  for  an  exchange.  The  man  liked  the  European 
costume,  and  ere  long  Passepartout  issued  from  his 
shop  accoutred  in  an  old  Japanese  coat,  and  a sort  of 
one-sided  turban,  faded  with  long  use.  A few  small 
pieces  of  silver,  moreover,  jingled  in  his  pocket. 

“ Good ! ” thought  he.  “ I will  imagine  I am  at  the 
Carnival ! ” 

His  first  care,  after  being  thus  “ Japanesed,”  was  to 
enter  a tea-house  of  modest  appearance,  and,  upon  half 
a bird  and  a little  rice,  to  breakfast  like  a man  for 
whom  dinner  was  as  yet  a problem  to  be  solved. 

“ Now,”  thought  he,  when  he  had  eaten  heartily,  “ I 
mustn't  lose  my  head.  I can’t  sell  this  costume  again 
for  one  still  more  Japanese.  I must  consider  how  to 
leave  this  country  of  the  Sun,  of  which  I shall  not 
retain  the  most  delightful  of  memories,  as  quickly  as 
possible.” 

It  occurred  to  him  to  visit  the  steamers  which  were 
about  to  leave  for  America.  He  would  offer  himself 
as  a cook  or  servant,  in  payment  of  his  passage  and 
meals.  Once  at  San  Francisco,  he  would  find  some 
means  of  going  on.  The  difficulty  was,  how  to  traverse 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  183 


the  four  thousand  seven  hundred  miles  of  the  Pacific 
which  lay  between  Japan  and  the  New  World. 

Passepartout  was  not  the  man  to  let  an  idea  go  beg- 
ging, and  directed  his  steps  towards  the  docks.  But, 
as  he  approached  them,  his  project,  which  at  first  had 
seemed  so  simple,  began  to  grow  more  and  more 
formidable  to  his  mind.  What  need  would  they  have 
of  a cook  or  servant  on  an  American  steamer,  and  what 
confidence  would  they  put  in  him,  dressed  as  he  was  ? 
What  references  could  he  give? 

As  he  was  reflecting  in  this  wise,  his  eyes  fell  upon 
an  immense  placard  which  a sort  of  clown  was  carry- 
ing through  the  streets.  This  placard,  which  was  in 
English,  read  as  follows : — 

“ ACROBATIC  JAPANESE  TROUPE, 
HONOURABLE  WILLIAM  BATULCAR, 
PROPRIETOR, 

LAST  REPRESENTATIONS, 

PRIOR  TO  THEIR  DEPARTURE  FOR 
THE  UNITED  STATES 
OF  THE 

LONG  NOSES!  LONG  NOSES! 
UNDER  THE  DIRECT  PATRONAGE  OF  THE 
GOD  TINGOU! 

GREAT  ATTRACTION ! ” 


184  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ The  United  States ! ” said  Passepartout ; “ that’s 
just  what  I want!  ” 

He  followed  the  clown,  and  soon  found  himself  once 
more  in  the  Japanese  quarter.  A quarter  of  an  hour 
later  he  stopped  before  a large  cabin,  adorned  with 
several  clusters  of  streamers,  the  exterior  walls  of 
which  were  designed  to  represent,  in  violent  colours 
and  without  perspective,  a company  of  jugglers. 

This  was  the  Honourable  William  Batulcar’s  estab- 
lishment. That  gentleman  was  a sort  of  Barnum,  the 
director  of  a troupe  of  mountebanks,  jugglers,  clowns, 
acrobats,  equilibrists,  and  gymnasts,  who,  according 
to  the  placard,  was  giving  his  last  performances  before 
leaving  the  Empire  of  the  Sun  for  the  States  of  the 
Union. 

Passepartout  entered  and  asked  for  Mr.  Batulcar, 
who  straightway  appeared  in  person. 

“ What  do  you  want  ? ” said  he  to  Passepartout, 
whom  he  at  first  took  for  a native. 

“ Would  you  like  a servant,  sir?”  asked  Passe- 
partout. 

“ A servant ! ” cried  Mr.  Batulcar,  caressing  the 
thick  gray  beard  which  hung  from  his  chin.  “ I 
already  have  two  who  are  obedient  and  faithful,  have 
never  left  me,  and  serve  me  for  their  nourishment, — 
and  here  they  are,”  added  he,  holding  out  his  two 
robust  arms,  furrowed  with  veins  as  large  as  the 
strings  of  a bass-viol. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  185 

“ So  I can  be  of  no  use  to  you  ? " 

“ None." 

“ The  devil ! I should  so  like  to  cross  the  Pacific 
with  you ! ” 

“Ah!"  said  the  Honourable  Mr.  Batulcar.  “You 
are  no  more  a Japanese  than  I am  a monkey ! Why 
are  you  dressed  up  in  that  way  ? " 

“A  man  dresses  as  he  can." 

“ That’s  true.  You  are  a Frenchman,  aren't  you?  " 

“Yes;  a Parisian  of  Paris." 

“ Then  you  ought  to  know  how  to  make  grimaces  ? " 

“ Why,"  replied  Passepartout,  a li-ttle  vexed  that  his 
nationality  should  cause  this  question,  “ we  Frenchmen 
know  how  to  make  grimaces,  it  is  true, — but  not  any 
better  than  the  Americans  do." 

“ True.  Well,  if  I can’t  take  you  as  a servant,  I can 

* 

as  a clown.  You  see,  my  friend,  in  France  they 
exhibit  foreign  clowns,  and  in  foreign  parts  French 
clowns." 

“ Ah!" 

“You  are  pretty  strong,  eh?" 

“ Especially  after  a good  meal." 

“And  you  can  sing?" 

“ Yes,"  returned  Passepartout,  who  had  formerly 
been  wont  to  sing  in  the  streets. 

“ But  can  you  sing  standing  on  your  head,  with  a 
top  spinning  on  your  left  foot,  and  a sabre  balanced 
on  your  right  ? " 


1 86  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ Humph ! I think  so,”  replied  Passepartout,  recall- 
ing the  exercises  of  his  younger  days. 

“ Well,  that’s  enough,”  said  the  Honourable  William 
Batulcar. 

The  engagement  was  concluded  there  and  then. 

Passepartout  had  at  last  found  something  to  do.  He 
was  engaged  to  act  in  the  celebrated  Japanese  troupe. 
It  was  not  a very  dignified  position,  but  within  a week 
he  would  be  on  his  way  to  San  Francisco. 

The  performance,  so  noisily  announced  by  the 
Honourable  Mr.  Batulcar,  was  to  commence  at  three 
o’clock,  and  soon  the  deafening  instruments  of  a Jap- 
anese orchestra  resounded  at  the  door.  Passepar- 
tout, though  he  had  not  been  able  to  study  or  rehearse 
a part,  was  designated  to  lend  the  aid  of  his  sturdy 
shoulders  in  the  great  exhibition  of  the  “ human 
pyramid,”  executed  by  the  Long  Noses  of  the  god 
Tingou.  This  “ great  attraction  ” was  to  close  the 
performance. 

Before  three  o’clock  the  large  shed  was  invaded  by 
the  spectators,  comprising  Europeans  and  natives, 
Chinese  and  Japanese,  men,  women,  and  children,  who 
precipitated  themselves  upon  the  narrow  benches  and 
into  the  boxes  opposite  the  stage.  The  musicians  took 
up  a position  inside,  and  were  vigorously  performing 
on  their  gongs,  tam-tams,  flutes,  bones,  tambourines, 
and  immense  drums. 

The  performance  was  much  like  all  acrobatic  d&* 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  187 


plays;  but  it  must  be  confessed  that  the  Japanese  are 
the  first  equilibrists  in  the  world. 

One,  with  a fan  and  some  bits  of  paper,  performed 
the  graceful  trick  of  the  butterflies  and  the  flowers ; 
another  traced  in  the  air,  with  the  odorous  smoke  of 
his  pipe,  a series  of  blue  words,  which  composed  a 
complirnent  to  the  audience;  while  a third  juggled  with 
some  lighted  candles,  which  he  extinguished  succes- 
sively as  they  passed  his  lips,  and  relit  again  without 
interrupting  for  an  instant  his  juggling.  Another 
reproduced  the  most  singular  combinations  with  a 
spinning-top;  in  his  hands  the  revolving  tops  seemed 
to  be  animated  with  a life  of  their  own  in  their  inter- 
minable whirling;  they  ran  over  pipe-stems,  the  edges 
of  sabres,  wires,  and  even  hairs  stretched  across  the 
stage ; they  turned  around  on  the  edges  of  large  glasses, 
crossed  bamboo  ladders,  dispersed  into  all  the  corners 
and  produced  strange  musical  effects  by  the  combi- 
nation of  their  various  pitches  of  tone.  The  jugglers 
tossed  them  in  the  air,  threw  them  like  shuttlecocks 
with  wooden  battledores,  and  yet  they  kept  on  spin- 
ning; they  put  them  into  their  pockets,  and  took  them 
out  still  whirling  as  before. 

It  is  useless  to  describe  the  astonishing  performances 
of  the  acrobats  and  gymnasts.  The  turning  on  ladders, 
poles,  balls,  barrels,  &c.,  was  executed  with  wonder- 
ful precision. 

But  the  principal  attraction  was  the  exhibition  of  the 


188  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


Long  Noses,  a show  to  which  Europe  is  as  yet  a 
stranger. 

The  Long  Noses  form  a peculiar  company,  under 
the  direct  patronage  of  the  god  Tingou.  Attired  after 
the  fashion  of  the  Middle  Ages,  they  bore  upon  their 
shoulders  a splendid  pair  of  wings ; but  what  especially 
distinguished  them  was  the  long  noses  which  were 
fastened  to  their  faces,  and  the  uses  which  they  made 
of  them.  These  noses  were  made  of  bamboo,  and  were 
five,  six,  and  even  ten  feet  long,  some  straight,  others 
curved,  some  ribboned,  and  some  having  imitation 
warts  upon  them.  It  was  upon  these  appendages,  fixed 
tightly  on  their  real  noses,  that  they  performed  their 
gymnastic  exercises.  A dozen  of  these  sectaries  of 
Tingou  lay  flat  upon  their  backs,  while  others,  dressed 
to  represent  lightning-rods,  came  and  frolicked  on 
their  noses,  jumping  from  one  to  another,  and  per- 
forming the  most  skilful  leapings  and  somersaults. 

As  a last  scene,  a “ human  pyramid  ” had  been  an- 
nounced, in  which  fifty  Long  Noses  were  to  represent 
the  Car  of  Juggernaut.  But,  instead  of  forming  a 
pyramid  by  mounting  each  other's  shoulders,  the  artists 
were  to  group  themselves  on  top  of  the  noses.  It 
happened  that  the  performer  who  had  hitherto  formed 
the  base  of  the  Car  had  quitted  the  troupe,  and  as,  to 
fill  this  part,  only  strength  and  adroitness  were  neces- 
sary, Passepartout  had  been  chosen  to  take  his  place. 

The  poor  fellow  really  felt  sad  when — melancholy 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  189 


reminiscence  of  his  youth! — he  donned  his  costume, 
adorned  with  vari-coloured  wings,  and  fastened  to  his 
natural  feature  a false  nose  six  feet  long.  But  he 
cheered  up  when  he  thought  that  this  nose  was  win- 
ning him  something  to  eat. 

He  went  upon  the  stage,  and  took  his  place  beside 
the  rest  who  were  to  compose  the  base  of  the  Car  of 
Juggernaut.  They  all  stretched  themselves  on  the 
floor,  their  noses  pointing  to  the  ceiling.  A second 
group  of  artists  disposed  themselves  on  these  long 
appendages,  then  a third  above  these,  then  a fourth, 
until  a human  monument  reaching  to  the  very  cornices 
of  the  theatre  soon  arose  on  top  of  the  noses.  This 
elicited  loud  applause,  in  the  midst  of  which  the 
orchestra  was  just  striking  up  a deafening  air,  when 
the  pyramid  tottered,  the  balance  was  lost,  one  of  the 
lower  noses  vanished  from  the  pyramid,  and  the  hu- 
man monument  was  shattered  like  a castle  built  of 
cards ! 

It  was  Passepartout’s  fault.  Abandoning  his  posi- 
tion, clearing  the  footlights  without  the  aid  of  his 
wings,  and  clambering  up  to  the  right-hand  gallery, 
he  fell  at  the  feet  of  one  of  the  spectators,  crying, 
“ Ah,  my  master ! my  master ! ” 

“ You  here?” 

“ Myself.” 

“Very  well;  then  let  us  go  to  the  steamer,  young 
man!” 


i go  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


Mr.  Fogg,  Aouda,  and  Passepartout  passed  through 
the  lobby  of  the  theatre  to  the  outside,  where  they 
encountered  the  Honourable  Mr.  Batulcar,  furious 
with  rage.  He  demanded  damages  for  the  “break- 
age ” of  the  pyramid;  and  Phileas  Fogg  appeased  him 
by  giving  him  a handful  of  bank-notes. 

At  half-past  six,  the  very  hour  of  departure,  Mr. 
Fogg  and  Aouda,  followed  by  Passepartout,  who  in 
his  hurry  had  retained  his  wings,  and  nose  six  feet 
long,  stepped  upon  the  American  steamer. 


CHAPTER  XXIV 


DURING  WHICH  MR.  FOGG  AND  PARTY  CROSS  THE 
PACIFIC  OCEAN 

What  happened  when  the  pilot-boat  came  in  sight 
of  Shanghai  will  be  easily  guessed.  The  signals  made 
by  the  “ Tankadere  ” had  been  seen  by  the  captain  of 
the  Yokohama  steamer,  who,  espying  the  flag  at  half- 
mast,  had  directed  his  course  towards  the  little  craft. 
Phileas  Fogg,  after  paying  the  stipulated  price  of  his 
passage  to  John  Bunsby,  and  rewarding  that  worthy 
with  the  additional  sum  of  five  hundred  and  fifty 
pounds,  ascended  the  steamer  with  Aouda  and  Fix; 
and  they  started  at  once  for  Nagasaki  and  Yokohama. 

They  reached  their  destination  on  the  morning  of 
the  14th  of  November.  Phileas  Fogg  lost  no  time  in 
going  on  board  the  " Carnatic,”  where  he  learned,  to 
Aouda’s  great  delight — and  perhaps  to  his  own,  though 
he  betrayed  no  emotion- — that  Passepartout,  a French- 
man, had  really  arrived  on  her  the  day  before. 

The  San  Francisco  steamer  was  announced  to  leave 
that  very  evening,  and  it  became  necessary  to  find 
Passepartout,  if  possible,  without  delay.  Mr.  Fogg 
applied  in  vain  to  the  French  and  English  consuls. 


192  AROUND  1HE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


and,  after  wandering  through  the  streets  a long  time, 
began  to  despair  of  finding  his  missing  servant. 
Chance,  or  perhaps  a kind  of  presentiment,  at  last  led 
him  into  the  Honourable  Mr.  Batulcar’s  theatre.  He 
certainly  would  not  have  recognized  Passepartout  in 
the  eccentric  mountebank’s  costume;  but  the  latter, 
lying  on  his  back,  perceived  his  master  in  the  gallery. 
He  could  not  help  starting,  which  so  changed  the  posi- 
tion of  his  nose  as  to  bring  the  “ pyramid  ” pell-mell 
upon  the  stage. 

All  this  Passepartout  learned  from  Aouda,  who  re- 
counted to  him  what  had  taken  place  on  the  voyage 
from  Hong  Kong  to  Shanghai  on  the  “Tankadere,” 
in  company  with  one  Mr.  Fix. 

Passepartout  did  not  change  countenance  on  hearing 
this  name.  He  thought  that  the  time  had  not  yet 
arrived  to  divulge  to  his  master  what  had  taken  place 
between  the  detective  and  himself ; and  in  the  account 
he  gave  of  his  absence,  he  simply  excused  himself  for 
having  been  overtaken  by  drunkenness,  in  smoking 
opium  at  a tavern  in  Hong  Kong. 

Mr.  Fogg  heard  this  narrative  coldly,  without  a 
word;  and  then  furnished  his  man  with  funds  neces- 
sary to  obtain  clothing  more  in  harmony  with  his  posi- 
tion. Within  an  hour  the  Frenchman  had  cut  off  his 
nose  and  parted  with  his  wings,  and  retained  nothing 
about  him  which  recalled  the  sectary  of  the  god 
Tingou. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  193 


The  steamer  which  was  about  to  depart  from  Yoko- 
hama to  San  Francisco  belonged  to  the  Pacific  Mail 
Steamship  Company,  and  was  named  the  “ General 
Grant.”  She  was  a large  paddle-wheel  steamer  of 
two  thousand  five  hundred  tons,  well  equipped  and 
very  fast.  The  massive  walking-beam  rose  and  fell 
above  the  deck ; at  one  end  a piston-rod  worked  up  and 
down;  and  at  the  other  was  a connecting-rod  which, 
in  changing  the  rectilinear  motion  to  a circular  one, 
was  directly  connected  with  the  shaft  of  the  paddles. 
The  “ General  Grant  ” was  rigged  with  three  masts, 
giving  a large  capacity  for  sails,  and  thus  materially 
aiding  thd  steam  power.  By  making  twelve  miles  an 
hour,  she  would  cross  the  ocean  in  twenty-one  days. 
Phileas  Fogg  was  therefore  justified  in  hoping  that  he 
would  reach  San  Francisco  by  the  2nd  of  December, 
New  York  by  the  nth,  and  London  on  the  20th,— thus 
gaining  several  hours  on  the  fatal  date  of  the  21st  of 
December. 

There  was  a full  complement  of  passengers  on  board, 
among  them  English,  many  Americans,  a large  num- 
ber of  Coolies  on  their  way  to  California,  and  several 
East  Indian  officers,  who  were  spending  their  vaca- 
tion in  making  the  tour  of  the  world.  Nothing  of 
moment  happened  on  the  voyage;  the  steamer,  sus- 
tained on  its  large  paddles,  rolled  but  little,  and  the 
“Pacific”  almost  justified  its  name.  Mr.  Fogg  was 
as  calm  and  taciturn  as  ever.  His  young  companion 


194  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


felt  herself  more  and  more  attached  to  him  by  other 
ties  than  gratitude ; his  silent  but  generous  nature  im- 
pressed her  more  than  she  thought ; and  it  was  almost 
unconsciously  that  she  yielded  to  emotions  which  did 
not  seem  to  have  the  least  effect  upon  her  protector. 
Aouda  took  the  keenest  interest  in  his  plans,  and  be- 
came impatient  at  any  incident  which  seemed  likely  to 
retard  his  journey. 

She  often  chatted  with  Passepartout,  who  did  not 
fail  to  perceive  the  state  of  the  lady's  heart ; and,  being 
the  most  faithful  of  domestics,  he  never  exhausted  his 
eulogies  of  Phileas  Fogg's  honesty,  generosity  and 
devotion.  He  took  pains  to  calm  Aouda’s  doubts  of  a 
successful  termination  of  the  journey,  telling  her  that 
the  most  difficult  part  of  it  had  passed,  that  now  they 
were  beyond  the  fantastic  countries  of  Japan  and 
China,  and  were  fairly  on  their  way  to  civilized  places 
again.  A railway  train  from  San  Francisco  to  New 
York,  and  a transatlantic  steamer  from  New  York  to 
Liverpool,  would  doubtless  bring  them  to  the  end  of 
this  impossible  journey  round  the  world  within  the 
period  agreed  upon. 

On  the  ninth  day  after  leaving  Yokohama,  Phileas 
Fogg  had  traversed  exactly  one-half  of  the  terrestrial 
globe.  The  “ General  Grant  ” passed,  on  the  23rd  of 
November,  the  one  hundred  and  eightieth  meridian, 
and  was  at  the  very  antipodes  of  London.  Mr.  Fogg 
had,  it  is  true,  exhausted  fifty-two  of  the  eighty  days 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  195 


in  which  he  was  to  complete  the  tour,  and  there  were 
only  twenty-eight  left.  But,  though  he  was  only  half- 
way by  the  difference  of  meridians,  he  had  really  gone 
over  two-thirds  of  the  whole  journey;  for  he  had  been 
obliged  to  make  long  circuits  from  London  to  Aden, 
from  Aden  to  Bombay,  from  Calcutta  to  Singapore, 
and  from  .Singapore  to  Yokohama.  Could  he  have 
followed  without  deviation  the  fiftieth  parallel,  which 
is  that  of  London,  the  whole  distance  would  only  have 
been  about  twelve  thousand  miles;  whereas  he  would 
be  forced,  by  the  irregular  methods  of  locomotion, 
to  traverse  twenty-six  thousand,  of  which  he  had,  on 
the  23rd  of  November,  accomplished  seventeen  thou- 
sand five  hundred.  And  now  the  course  was  a straight 
one,  and  Fix  was  no  longer  there  to  put  obstacles  in 
their  way ! 

It  happened  also,  on  the  23rd  of  November,  that 
Passepartout  made  a joyful  discovery.  It  will  be  re- 
membered that  the  obstinate  fellow  had  insisted  on 
keeping  his  famous  family  watch  at  London  time,  and 
on  regarding  that  of  the  countries  he  had  passed 
through  as  quite  false  and  unreliable.  Now,  on  this 
day,  though  he  had  not  changed  the  hands,  he  found 
that  his  watch  exactly  agreed  with  the  ship's  chro- 
nometers. His  triumph  was  hilarious.  He  would 
have  liked  to  know  what  Fix  would  say  if  he  were 
aboard ! 

“ The  rogue  told  me  a lot  of  stories,"  repeated  Passe- 


196  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


partout,  “ about  the  meridians,  the  sun,  and  the  moon ! 
Moon,  indeed ! moonshine  more  likely ! If  one  listened 
to  that  sort  of  people,  a pretty  sort  of  time  one  would 
keep ! I was  sure  that  the  sun  would  some  day  regu- 
late itself  by  my  watch ! ” 

Passepartout  was  ignorant  that,  if  the  face  of  his 
watch  had  been  divided  into  twenty-four  hours,  like  the 
Italian  clocks,  he  would  have  no  reason  for  exultation ; 
for  the  hands  of  his  watch  would  then,  instead  of  as 
now  indicating  nine  o'clock  in  the  morning,  indicate 
nine  o'clock  in  the  evening,  that  is  the  twenty-first 
hour  after  midnight, — precisely  the  difference  between 
London  time  and  that  of  the  one  hundred  and  eightieth 
meridian.  But  if  Fix  had  been  able  to  explain  this 
purely  physical  effect,  Passepartout  would  not  have 
admitted,  even  if  he  had  comprehended  it.  Moreover, 
if  the  detective  had  been  on  board  at  that  moment. 
Passepartout  would  have  joined  issue  with  him  on  a 
quite  different  subject,  and  in  an  entirely  different 
manner. 

Where  was  Fix  at  that  moment? 

He  was  actually  on  board  the  “ General  Grant." 

On  reaching  Yokohama,  the  detective,  leaving  Mr. 
Fogg,  whom  he  expected  to  meet  again  during  the 
day,  had  repaired  at  once  to  the  English  consulate, 
where  he  at  last  found  the  warrant  of  arrest.  It  had 
followed  him  from  Bombay,  and  had  come  by  the 
“ Carnatic,"  on  which  steamer  he  himself  was  sup* 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  197 


posed  to  be.  Fix's  disappointment  may  be,  imagined 
when  he  reflected  that  the  warrant  was  now  useless. 
Mr.  Fogg  had  left  English  ground,  and  it  was  now 
necessary  to  procure  his  extradition ! 

“ Well,”  thought  Fix,  after  a moment  of  anger, 
“ my  warrant  is  not  good  here,  but  it  will  be  in  Eng- 
land. The  rogue  evidently  intends  to  return  to  his 
own  country,  thinking  he  has  thrown  the  police  off 
his  track.  Good ! I will  follow  him  across  the  Atlantic. 
As  for  the  money,  Heaven  grant  there  may  be  some 
left!  But  the  fellow  has  already  spent  in  travelling, 
rewards,  trials,  bail,  elephants,  and  all  sorts  of  charges, 
more  than  five  thousand  pounds.  Yet,  after  all,  the 
Bank  is  rich ! ” 

His  course  decided  on,  he  went  on  board  the  “ Gen- 
eral Grant,”  and  was  there  when  Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda 
arrived.  To  his  utter  amazement,  he  recognized  Passe- 
partout, despite  his  theatrical  disguise.  He  quickly 
concealed  himself  in  his  cabin,  to  avoid  an  awkward 
explanation,  and  hoped — thanks  to  the  number  of 
passengers — to  remain  unperceived  by  Mr.  Fogg's 
servant. 

On  that  very  day,  however,  he  met  Passepartout 
face  to  face  on  the  forward  deck.  The  latter,  without 
a word,  made  a rush  for  him,  grasped  him  by  the 
throat,  and,  much  to  the  amusement  of  a group  of 
Americans,  who  immediately  began  to  bet  on  him, 
administered  to  the  detective  a perfect  volley  of  blows. 


198  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


*vhich  proved  the  great  superiority  of  French  over 
English  pugilistic  skill. 

When  Passepartout  had  finished,  he  found  himself 
relieved  and  comforted.  Fix  got  up  in  a somewhat 
rumpled  condition,  and,  looking  at  his  adversary, 
coldly  said,  “ Have  you  done?” 

“ For  this  time — yes.” 

“ Then  let  me  have  a word  with  you.” 

“ But  I—” 

“ In  your  master’s  interest.” 

Passepartout  seemed  to  be  vanquished  by  Fix’s 
coolness,  for  he  quietly  followed  him,  and  they  sat 
down  aside  from  the  rest  of  the  passengers. 

“ You  have  given  me  a thrashing,”  said  Fix. 
“ Good ; I expected  it.  Now,  listen  to  me.  Up  to  this 
time  I have  been  Mr.  Fogg’s  adversary.  I am  now 
in  his  game.” 

“ Aha ! ” cried  Passepartout ; “ you  are  convinced 
he  is  an  honest  man  ? ” 

“ No,”  replied  Fix  coldly,  “ I think  him  a rascal. 
Sh ! don’t  budge,  and  let  me  speak.  As  long  as  Mr. 
Fogg  was  on  English  ground,  it  was  for  my  interest 
to  detain  him  there  until  my  warrant  of  arrest  arrived. 
I did  everything  I could  to  keep  him  back.  I sent 
the  Bombay  priests  after  him,  I got  you  intoxicated 
at  Hong  Kong,  I separated  you  from  him,  and  I made 
him  miss  the  Yokohama  steamer.” 

Passepartout  listened,  with  closed  fists. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  m 


“ Now,”  resumed  Fix,  “ Mr.  Fogg  seems  to  be  going 
back  to  England.  Well,  I will  follow  him  there.  But 
hereafter  I will  do  as  much  to  keep  obstacles  out  of 
his  way  as  I have  done  up  to  this  time  to  put  them  in 
his  path.  Eve  changed  my  game,  you  see,  and  simply 
because  it  was  for  my  interest  to  change  it.  Your 
interest  is  the  same  as  mine ; for  it  is  only  in  England 
that  you  will  ascertain  whether  you  are  in  the  service 
of  a criminal  or  an  honest  man.” 

Passepartout  listened  very  attentively  to  Fix,  and 
was  convinced  that  he  spoke  with  entire  good  faith. 

“ Are  we  friends  ? ” asked  the  detective. 

“ Friends? — no,”  replied  Passepartout;  “but  allies, 
perhaps.  At  the  least  sign  of  treason,  however,  111 
twist  your  neck  for  you.” 

“ Agreed,”  said  the  detective  quietly. 

Eleven  days  later,  on  the  3rd  of  December,  the 
“ General  Grant  ” entered  the  bay  of  the  Golden  Gate 
and  reached  San  Francisco. 

Mr.  Fogg  had  neither  gained  nor  lost  a single  day 


CHAPTER  XXV 


IN  WHICH  A SLIGHT  GLIMPSE  IS  HAD  OF  SAN 
FRANCISCO 

It  was  seven  in  the  morning  when  Mr.  Fogg,  Aouda, 
and  Passepartout  set  foot  upon  the  American  conti- 
nent, if  this  name  can  be  given  to  the  floating  quay 
upon  which  they  disembarked.  These  quays,  rising 
and  falling  with  the  tide,  thus  facilitate  the  loading 
and  unloading  of  vessels.  Alongside  them  were  clip- 
pers of  all  sizes,  steamers  of  all  nationalities,  and  the 
steamboats,  with  several  decks  rising  one  above  the 
other,  which  ply  on  the  Sacramento  and  its  tributaries. 
There  were  also  heaped  up  the  products  of  a commerce 
which  extends  to  Mexico,  Chili,  Peru,  Brazil,  Europe, 
Asia,  and  all  the  Pacific  islands. 

Passepartout,  in  his  joy  on  reaching  at  last  the 
American  continent,  thought  he  would  manifest  it  by 
executing  a perilous  vault  in  fine  style;  but,  tumbling 
upon  some  worm-eaten  planks,  he  fell  through  them 
Put  out  of  countenance  by  the  manner  in  which  he 
thus  “set  foot  ” upon  the  New  World,  he  uttered  a 
loud  cry,  which  so  frightened  the  innumerable  cor- 
morants and  pelicans  that  are  always  perched  upon 
these  movable  quays,  that  they  flew  noisily  away. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  201 


Mr.  Fogg,  on  reaching  shore,  proceeded  to  find  out 
at  what  hour  the  first  train  left  for  New  York,  and 
learned  that  this  was  at  six  o’clock  p.m. ; he  had, 
therefore,  an  entire  day  to  spend  in  the  Californian 
capital.  Taking  a carriage  at  a charge  of  three  dollars, 
he  and  Aouda  entered  it,  while  Passepartout  mounted 
the  box  beside  the  driver,  and  they  set  out  for  the 
International  Hotel. 

From  his  exalted  position  Passepartout  observed 
with  much  curiosity  the  wide  streets,  the  low,  evenly 
ranged  houses,  the  Anglo-Saxon  Gothic  churches,  the 
great  docks,  the  palatial  wooden  and  brick  warehouses, 
the  numerous  conveyances,  omnibuses,  horse-cars,  and 
upon  the  side-walks,  not  only  Americans  and  Euro- 
peans, but  Chinese  and  Indians.  Passepartout  was  sur- 
prised at  all  he  saw.  San  Francisco  was  no  longer 
the  legendary  city  of  1849, — a city  °f  banditti,  assas- 
sins, and  incendiaries,  who  had  flocked  hither  in 
crowds  in  pursuit  of  plunder;  a paradise  of  outlaws, 
where  they  gambled  with  gold-dust,  a revolver  in  one 
hand  and  a bowie-knife  in  the  other:  it  was  now  a 
great  commercial  emporium. 

The  lofty  tower  of  its  City  Hall  overlooked  the 
whole  panorama  of  the  streets  and  avenues,  which  cut 
each  other  at  right  angles,  and  in  the  midst  of  which 
appeared  pleasant,  verdant  squares,  while  beyond 
appeared  the  Chinese  quarter,  seemingly  imported 
from  the  Celestial  Empire  in  a toy-box.  Sombreros 


202  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


and  red  shirts  and  plumed  Indians  were  rarely  to  be 
seen;  but  there  were  silk  hats  and  black  coats  every- 
where worn  by  a multitude  of  nervously  active,  gen- 
tlemanly-looking men.  Some  of  the  streets — especially 
Montgomery  Street,  which  is  to  San  Francisco  what 
Regent  Street  is  to  London,  the  Boulevard  des  Italiens 
to  Paris,  and  Broadway  to  New  York — were  lined  with 
splendid  and  spacious  stores,  which  exposed  in  their 
windows  the  products  of  the  entire  world. 

When  Passepartout  reached  the  International  Hotel, 
it  did  not  seem  to  him  as  if  he  had  left  England 
at  all. 

The  ground  floor  of  the  hotel  was  occupied  by  a 
large  bar,  a sort  of  restaurant  freely  open  to  all 
passers-by,  who  might  partake  of  dried  beef,  oyster 
soup,  biscuits,  and  cheese,  without  taking  out  their 
purses.  Payment  was  made  only  for  the  ale,  porter, 
or  sherry  which  was  drunk.  This  seemed  “ very 
American  ” to  Passepartout.  The  hotel  refreshment- 
rooms  were  comfortable,  and  Mr.  Fogg  and  Aouda, 
installing  themselves  at  a table,  were  abundantly  served 
on  diminutive  plates  by  negroes  of  darkest  hue. 

After  breakfast,  Mr.  Fogg,  accompanied  by  Aouda, 
started  for  the  English  consulate  to  have  his  passport 
visaed.  As  he  was  going  out,  he  met  Passepartout, 
who  asked  him  if  it  would  not  be  well,  before  taking 
the  train,  to  purchase  some  dozens  of  Enfield  rifles 
.and  Colt’s  revolvers.  He  had  been  listening  to  stories 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  203 


of  attacks  upon  the  trains  by  the  Sioux  and  Pawnees. 
Mr.  Fogg  thought  it  a useless  precaution,  but  told 
him  to  do  as  he  thought  best,  and  went  on  to  the  con- 
sulate. 

He  had  not  proceeded  two  hundred  steps,  however, 
when,  “ by  the  greatest  chance  in  the  world,”  he  met 
Fix.  The  detective  seemed  wholly  taken  by  surprise. 
What!  Had  Mr.  Fogg  and  himself  crossed  the  Pacific 
together,  and  not  met  on  the  steamer!  At  least  Fix 
felt  honoured  to  behold  once  more  the  gentleman  to 
whom  he  owed  so  much,  arrd  as  his  business  recalled 
him  to  Europe,  he  should  be  delighted  to  continue  the 
journey  in  such  pleasant  company. 

Mr.  Fogg  replied  that  the  honour  would  be  his ; and 
the  detective — who  was  determined  not  to  lose  sight 
of  him — begged  permission  to  accompany  them  in 
their  walk  about  San  Francisco — a request  which  Mr. 
Fogg  readily  granted. 

They  soon  found  themselves  in  Montgomery  Street, 
where  a great  crowd  was  collected;  the  side-walks, 
street,  horse-car  rails,  the  shop-doors,  the  windows  of 
the  houses,  and  even  the  roofs,  were  full  of  people. 
Men  were  going  about  carrying  large  posters,  and 
flags  and  streamers  were  floating  in  the  wind;  while 
loud  cries  were  heard  on  every  hand. 

“ Hurrah  for  Camerfield ! ” 

“ Hurrah  for  Mandiboy ! ” 

It  was  a political  meeting;  at  least  so  Fix  conjee- 


204  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


tured,  who  said  to  Mr.  Fogg,  “ Perhaps  we  had  better 
not  mingle  with  the  crowd.  There  may  be  danger  in 
it” 

"Yes,”  returned  Mr.  Fogg;  “and  blows,  even  H 
they  are  political,  are  still  blows.” 

Fix  smiled  at  this  remark;  and  in  order  to  be  able 
to  see  without  being  jostled  about,  the  party  took  up  a 
position  on  the  top  of  a flight  of  steps  situated  at  the 
upper  end  of  Montgomery  Street.  Opposite  them,  on 
the  other  side  of  the  street,  between  a coal  wharf  and 
a petroleum  warehouse,  a large  platform  had  been 
erected  in  the  open  air,  towards  which  the  current  of 
the  crowd  seemed  to  be  directed. 

For  what  purpose  was  this  meeting?  What  was  the 
occasion  of  this  excited  assemblage?  Phileas  Fogg 
could  not  imagine.  Was  it  to  nominate  some  high 
official — a governor  or  member  of  Congress?  It  was 
not  improbable,  so  agitated  was  the  multitude  before 
them. 

Just  at  this  moment  there  was  an  unusual  stir  in  the 
human  mass.  All  the  hands  were  raised  in  the  air. 
Some,  tightly  closed,  seemed  to  disappear  suddenly  in 
the  midst  of  the  cries — an  energetic  way,  no  doubt,  of 
casting  a vote.  The  crowd  swayed  back,  the  banners 
and  flags  wavered,  disappeared  an  instant,  then  reap- 
peared in  tatters.  The  undulations  of  the  human  surge 
reached  the  steps,  while  all  the  heads  floundered  on 
the  surface  like  a sea  agitated  by  a squall.  Many  of 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  205 


the  black  hats  disappeared,  and  the  greater  part  of  the 
crowd  seemed  to  have  diminished  in  height. 

“ It  is  evidently  a meeting,”  said  Fix,  “ and  its 
object  must  be  an  exciting  one.  I should  not  wonder 
if  it  were  about  the  * Alabama/  despite  the  fact  that 
that  question  is  settled.” 

“ Perhaps,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg  simply. 

“ At  least,  there  are  two  champions  in  presence  of 
each  other,  the  Honourable  Mr.  Camerfield  and  the 
Honourable  Mr.  Mandiboy.” 

Aouda,  leaning  upon  Mr.  Fogg’s  arm,  observed  the 
tumultuous  scene  with  surprise,  while  Fix  asked  a man 
near  him  what  the  cause  of  it  all  was.  Before  the  man 
could  reply,  a fresh  agitation  arose ; hurrahs  and 
excited  shouts  were  heard;  the  staffs  of  the  banners 
began  to  be  used  as  offensive  weapons ; and  fists  flew 
about  in  every  direction.  Thumps  were  exchanged 
from  the  tops  of  the  carriages  and  omnibuses  which 
had  been  blocked  up  in  the  crowd.  Boots  and  shoes 
went  whirling  through  the  air,  and  Mr.  Fogg  thought 
he  even  heard  the  crack  of  revolvers  mingling  in  the 
din.  The  rout  approached  the  stairway,  and  flowed 
over  the  lower  step.  One  of  the  parties  had  evidently 
been  repulsed;  but  the  mere  lookers-on  could  not  tell 
whether  Mandiboy  or  Camerfield  had  gained  the  upper 
hand. 

“ It  would  be  prudent  for  us  to  retire,”  said  Fix, 
who  was  anxious  that  Mr.  Fogg  should  not  receive 


20 6 AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


any  injury,  at  least  until  they  got  back  to  London. 
“ If  there  is  any  question  about  England  in  all  this, 
and  we  were  recognized,  I fear  it  would  go  hard  with 
US.” 

“ An  English  subject — ” began  Mr.  Fogg. 

He  did  not  finish  his  sentence ; for  a terrific  hubbub 
now  arose  on  the  terrace  behind  the  flight  of  steps 
where  they  stood,  and  there  were  frantic  shouts  of, 
“ Hurrah  for  Mandiboy ! Hip,  hip,  hurrah ! ” 

It  was  a band  of  voters  coming  to  the  rescue  of 
their  allies,  and  taking  the  Camerfield  forces  in  flank. 
Mr.  Fogg,  Aouda,  and  Fix  found  themselves  between 
two  fires;  it  was  too  late  to  escape.  The  torrent  of 
men,  armed  with  loaded  canes  and  sticks,  was  irresisti- 
ble. Phileas  Fogg  and  Fix  were  roughly  hustled  in 
their  attempts  to  protect  their  fair  companion;  the 
former,  as  cool  as  ever,  tried  to  defend  himself  with 
the  weapons  which  nature  has  placed  at  the  end  of 
every  Englishman’s  arm,  but  in  vain.  A big  brawny 
fellow  with  a red  beard,  flushed  face,  and  broad 
shoulders,  who  seemed  to  be  the  chief  of  the  band, 
raised  his  clenched  fist  to  strike  Mr.  Fogg,  whom  he 
would  have  given  a crushing  blow,  had  not  Fix  rushed 
in  and  received  it  in  his  stead.  An  enormous  bruise 
immediately  made  its  appearance  under  the  detective’s 
silk  hat,  which  was  completely  smashed  in. 

“Yankee!”  exclaimed  Mr.  Fogg,  darting  a con- 
temptuous look  at  the  ruffian. 


If  Fix  had  not,  devotedly,  received  the  blow 


I 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  207 


“ Englishman ! ” returned  the  other.  “ We  will  meet 
again ! ” 

“ When  you  please.” 

“ What  is  your  name  ? ” 

“ Phileas  Fogg.  And  yours?” 

“ Colonel  Stamp  Proctor.” 

The  human  tide  now  swept  by,  after  overturning 
Fix,  who  speedily  got  upon  his  feet  again,  though  with 
tattered  clothes.  Happily,  he  was  not  seriously  hurt. 
His  travelling  overcoat  was  divided  into  two  unequal 
parts,  and  his  trousers  resembled  those  of  certain 
Indians,  which  fit  less  compactly  than  they  are  easy  to 
put  on.  Aouda  had  escaped  unharmed,  and  Fix 
alone  bore  marks  of  the  fray  in  his  black  and  blue 
bruise. 

“ Thanks,”  said  Mr.  Fogg  to  the  detective,  as  soon 
as  they  were  out  of  the  crowd. 

“ No  thanks  are  necessary,”  replied  Fix ; “ but  let 
us  go.” 

“ Where?” 

“ To  a tailor.” 

Such  a visit  was,  indeed,  opportune.  The  clothing 
of  both  Mr.  Fogg  and  Fix  was  in  rags,  as  if  they  had 
themselves  been  actively  engaged  in  the  contest 
between  Camerfield  and  Mandiboy.  An  hour  after, 
they  were  once  more  suitably  attired,  and  with  Aouda 
returned  to  the  International  Hotel. 

Passepartout  was  waiting  for  his  master,  armed  with 


3o8  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


half  a dozen  six-barrelled  revolvers.  When  he  per- 
ceived Fix,  he  knit  his  brows;  but  Aouda  having,  in 
a few  words,  told  him  of  their  adventure,  his  counte- 
nance resumed  its  placid  expression.  Fix  evidently 
was  no  longer  an  enemy,  but  an  ally ; he  was  faithfully 
keeping  his  word. 

Dinner  over,  the  coach  which  was  to  convey  the 
passengers  and  their  luggage  to  the  station  drew  up  to 
the  door.  As  he  was  getting  in,  Mr.  Fogg  said  to 
Fix,  “ You  have  not  seen  this  Colonel  Proctor  again?  ” 
“ No.” 

“ I will  come  back  to  America  to  find  him,”  said 
Phileas  Fogg  calmly.  “ It  would  not  be  right  for  an 
Englishman  to  permit  himself  to  be  treated  in  that 
way,  without  retaliating.” 

The  detective  smiled,  but  did  not  reply.  It  was 
clear  that  Mr.  Fogg  was  one  of  those  Englishmen 
who,  while  they  do  not  tolerate  duelling  at  home,  fight 
abroad  when  their  honour  is  attacked. 

At  a quarter  before  six  the  travellers  reached  the 
Station,  and  found  the  train  ready  to  depart.  As  he 
was  about  to  enter  it,  Mr.  Fogg  called  a porter,  and 
said  to  him,  “ My  friend,  was  there  not  some  trouble 
to-day  in  San  Francisco?  ” 

“ It  was  a political  meeting,  sir,”  replied  the  porter. 

“ But  I thought  there  was  a great  deal  of  disturbance 
in  the  streets.” 

“ It  was  only  a meeting  assembled  for  an  election.” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  209 


“ The  election  of  a general-in-chief,  no  doubt?  ” 
asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ No,  sir;  of  a justice  of  the  peace.” 

Phileas  Fogg  got  into  the  train,  which  started  off  at 
full  speed. 


CHAPTER  XXVI 


IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  AND  PARTY  TRAVEL  BY  THE 
PACIFIC  RAILROAD 

"From  ocean  to  ocean,” — so  say  the  Americans;  and 
these  four  words  compose  the  general  designation  of 
the  “ great  trunk  line  ” which  crosses  the  entire  width 
of  the  United  States.  The  Pacific  Railroad  is,  how- 
ever, really  divided  into  two  distinct4ines : the  Central 
Pacific,  between  San  Francisco  and  Ogden,  and  the 
Union  Pacific,  between  Ogden  and  Omaha.  Five  main 
lines  connect  Omaha  with  New  York. 

New  York  and  San  Francisco  are  thus  united  by  an 
uninterrupted  metal  ribbon,  which  measures  no  less 
than  three  thousand  seven  hundred  and  eighty-six 
miles.  Between  Omaha  and  the  Pacific  the  railway 
crosses  a territory  which  is  still  infested  by  Indians  and 
wild  beasts,  and  a large  tract  which  the  Mormons,  after 
they  were  driven  from  Illinois  in  1845,  began  to 
colonize. 

The  journey  from  New  York  to  San  Francisco  con- 
sumed, formerly,  under  the  most  favourable  conditions, 
at  least  six  months  It  is  now  accomplished  in  seven 
days. 


1 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  21 1 


It  was  in  1862  that,  in  spite  of  the  Southern  Mem- 
bers of  Congress,  who  wished  a more  southerly  route, 
it  was  decided  to  lay  the  road  between  the  forty-first 
and  forty-second  parallels.  President  Lincoln  himself 
fixed  the  end  of  the  line  at  Omaha,  in  Nebraska.  The 
work  was  at  once  commenced,  and  pursued  with  true 
American  energy;  nor  did  the  rapidity  with  which  it 
went  on  injuriously  affect  its  good  execution.  The 
road  grew,  on  the  prairies,  a mile  and  a half  a day. 
A locomotive,  running  on  the  rails  laid  down  the  even- 
ing before,  brought  the  rails  to  be  laid  on  the  morrow, 
and  advanced  upon  them  as  fast  as  they  were  put  in 
position. 

The  Pacific  Railroad  is  joined  by  several  branches 
in  Iowa,  Kansas,  Colorado,  and  Oregon.  On  leaving 
Omaha,  it  passes  along  the  left  bank  of  the  Platte 
River  as  far  as  the  junction  of  its  northern  branch, 
follows  its  southern  branch,  crosses  the  Laramie  terri- 
tory and  the  Wahsatch  Mountains,  turns  the  Great 
Salt  Lake,  and  reaches  Salt  Lake  City,  the  Mormon 
capital,  plunges  into  the  Tuilla  Valley,  across  the 
American  Desert,  Cedar  and  Humboldt  Mountains, 
the  Sierra  Nevada,  and  descends,  via  Sacramento,  to 
the  Pacific, — its  grade,  even  on  the  Rocky  Mountains, 
never  exceeding  one  hundred  and  twelve  feet  to  the 
mile. 

Such  was  the  road  to  be  traversed  in  seven  days, 
which  would  enable  Phileas  Fogg — at  least,  so  he 


2Z2  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


hoped — to  take  the  Atlantic  steamer  at  New  York  on 
the  nth  for  Liverpool. 

The  car  which  he  occupied  was  a sort  of  long 
omnibus  on  eight  wheels,  and  with  no  compartments 
in  the  interior.  It  w^as  supplied  with  two  rows  of 
seats,  perpendicular  to  the  direction  of  the  train  on 
either  side  of  an  aisle  which  conducted  to  the  front 
and  rear  platforms.  These  platforms  were  found 
throughout  the  train,  and  the  passengers  were  able  to 
pass  from  one  end  of  the  train  to  the  other.  It  was 
supplied  with  saloon  cars,  balcony  cars,  restaurants, 
and  smoking  cars ; theatre  cars  alone  were  wanting, 
and  they  will  have  these  some  day. 

Book  and  news  dealers,  sellers  of  edibles,  drink- 
ables, and  cigars,  who  seemed  to  have  plenty  of  cus- 
tomers, were  continually  circulating  in  the  aisles. 

The  train  left  Oakland  station  at  six  o’clock.  It  was 
already  night,  cold  and  cheerless,  the  heavens  being 
overcast  with  clouds  which  seemed  to  threaten  snow. 
The  train  did  not  proceed  rapidly ; counting  the  stop- 
pages, it  did  not  run  more  than  twenty  miles  an  hour, 
which  was  a sufficient  speed,  however,  to  enable  it  to 
reach  Omaha  within  its  designated  time. 

There  was  but  little  conversation  in  the  car,  and  soon 
many  of  the  passengers  were  overcome  with  sleep. 
Passepartout  found  himself  beside  the  detective;  but 
he  did  not  talk  to  him.  After  recent  events,  their 
relations  with  each  other  had  grown  somewhat  cold: 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  213 


there  could  no  longer  be  mutual  sympathy  or  intimacy 
between  them.  Fix’s  manner  had  not  changed ; but 
Passepartout  was  very  reserved,  and  ready  to  strangle 
his  former  friend  on  the  slightest  provocation. 

Snow  began  to  fall  an  hour  after  they  started,  a 
fine  snow,  however,  which  happily  could  not  obstruct 
the  train ; nothing  could  be  seen  from  the  windov/s 
but  a vast,  white  sheet,  against  which  the  smoke  of  the 
locomotive  had  a grayish  aspect. 

At  eight  o’clock  a steward  entered  the  car  and 
announced  that  the  time  for  going  to  bed  had  arrived ; 
and  in  a few  minutes  the  car  was  transformed  into  a 
dormitory.  The  backs  of  the  seats  were  thrown  back, 
bedsteads  carefully  packed  were  rolled  out  by  an 
ingenious  system,  berths  were  suddenly  improvised, 
and  each  traveller  had  soon  at  his  disposition  a com- 
fortable bed,  protected  from  curious  eyes  by  thick  cur- 
tains. The  sheets  were  clean  and  the  pillows  soft.  It 
only  remained  to  go  to  bed  and  sleep — which  every- 
body did — while  the  train  sped  on  across  the  State  of 
California. 

The  country  between  San  Francisco  and  Sacramento 
is  not  very  hilly.  The  Central  Pacific,  taking  Sacra- 
mento for  its  starting-point,  extends  eastward  to  meet 
the  road  from  Omaha.  The  line  from  San  Francisco 
to  Sacramento  runs  in  a north-easterly  direction,  along 
the  American  River,  which  empties  into  San  Pablo 
Bay.  The  one  hundred  and  twenty  miles  between  these 


214  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


gities  were  accomplished  in  six  hours,  and  towards 
midnight,  while  fast  asleep,  the  travellers  passed 
through  Sacramento;  so  that  they  saw  nothing  of 
that  important  place,  the  seat  of  the  State  govern- 
ment, with  its  fine  quays,  its  broad  streets,  its  noble 
hotels,  squares,  and  churches. 

The  train,  on  leaving  Sacramento,  and  passing  the 
junction,  Roclin,  Auburn,  and  Colfax,  entered  the 
range  of  the  Sierra  Nevada.  Cisco  was  reached  at 
seven  in  the  morning;  and  an  hour  later  the  dormi- 
tory was  transformed  into  an  ordinary  car,  and  the 
travellers  could  observe  the  picturesque  beauties  of 
the  mountain  region  through  which  they  were  steam- 
ing. The  railway  track  wound  in  and  out  among  the 
passes,  now  approaching  the  mountain  sides,  now  sus- 
pended over  precipices,  avoiding  abrupt  angles  by  bold 
curves,  plunging  into  narrow  defiles,  which  seemed  to 
have  no  outlet.  The  locomotive,  its  great  funnel  emit- 
ting a wierd  light,  with  its  sharp  bell,  and  its  cow- 
catcher extended  like  a spur,  mingled  its  shrieks  and 
bellowings  with  the  noise  of  torrents  and  cascades,  and 
twined  its  smoke  among  the  branches  of  the  gigantic 
pines. 

There  were  few  or  no  bridges  or  tunnels  on  the 
route.  The  railway  turned  around  the  sides  of  the 
mountains,  and  did  not  attempt  to  violate  nature  by 
taking  the  shortest  cut  from  one  point  to  another. 

The  train  entered  the  State  of  Nevada  through  the 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  215 

Carson  valley  about  nine  o’clock,  going  always  north- 
easterly; and  at  midday  reached  Reno,  where  there 
was  a delay  of  twenty  minutes  for  breakfast. 

From  this  point  the  road,  running  along  Humboldt 
River,  passed  northward  for  several  miles  by  its  banks ; 
then  it  turned  eastward,  and  kept  by  the  river  until  it 
reached  the  Humboldt  Range,  nearly  at  the  extreme 
eastern  limit  of  Nevada. 

Having  breakfasted,  Mr.  Fogg  and  his  companions 
resumed  their  places  in  the  car,  and  observed  the 
varied  landscape  which  unfolded  itself  as  they  passed 
along;  the  vast  prairies,  the  mountains  lining  the 
horizon,  and  the  creeks  with  their  frothy,  foaming 
streams.  Sometimes  a great  herd  of  buffaloes,  mass- 
ing together  in  the  distance,  seemed  like  a movable 
dam.  These  innumerable  multitudes  of  ruminating 
beasts  often  form  an  insurmountable  obstacle  to  the 
passage  of  the  trains;  thousands  of  them  have  been 
seen  passing  over  the  track  for  hours  together,  in 
compact  ranks.  The  locomotive  is  then  forced  to  stop 
and  wait  till  the  road  is  once  more  clear. 

This  happened,  indeed,  to  the  train  in  which  Mr. 
Fogg  was  travelling.  About  twelve  o’clock,  a troop 
of  ten  or  twelve  thousand  head  of  buffalo  encumbered 
the  track.  The  locomotive  slackening  its  speed,  tried 
to  clear  the  way  with  its  cow-catcher ; but  the  mass  of 
animals  was  too  great.  The  buffaloes  marched  along 
with  a tranquil  gait,  uttering  now  and  then  deafening 


216  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


bellowings.  There  was  no  use  of  interrupting  them, 
for,  having  taken  a particular  direction,  nothing  can 
moderate  and  change  their  course;  it  is  a torrent  of 
living  flesh  which  no  dam  could  contain. 

The  travellers  gazed  on  this  curious  spectacle  from 
the  platforms;  but  Phileas  Fogg,  who  had  the  most 
reason  of  all  to  be  in  a hurry,  remained  in  his  seat, 
and  waited  philosophically  until  it  should  please  the 
buffaloes  to  get  out  of  the  way. 

Passepartout  was  furious  at  the  delay  they  occa- 
sioned, and  longed  to  discharge  his  arsenal  of  revolvers 
upon  them. 

“ What  a country ! ” cried  he.  “ Mere  cattle  stop 
the  trains,  and  go  by  in  a procession,  just  as  if  they 
were  not  impeding  travel ! Parbleu ! I should  like  to 
know  if  Mr.  Fogg  foresaw  this  mishap  in  his  pro- 
gramme! And  here's  an  engineer  who  doesn't  dare 
to  run  the  locomotive  into  this  herd  of  beasts ! " 

The  engineer  did  not  try  to  overcome  the  obstacle, 
and  he  was  wise.  He  would  have  crushed  the  first 
buffaloes,  no  doubt,  with  the  cow-catcher;  but  the 
locomotive,  however  powerful,  would  soon  have  been 
checked,  the  train  would  inevitably  have  been  thrown 
off  the  track,  and  would  then  have  been  helpless. 

The  best  course  was  to  wait  patiently,  and  regain 
the  lost  time  by  greater  speed  when  the  obstacle  was 
removed.  The  procession  of  buffaloes  lasted  three  full 
hours,  and  it  was  night  before  the  track  was  clear. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  217 


The  last  ranks  of  the  herd  were  now  passing  over  the 
rails,  while  the  first  had  already  disappeared  below  the 
southern  horizon. 

It  was  eight  o’clock  when  the  train  passed  through 
the  defiles  of  the  Humboldt  Range,  and  half-past  nine 
when  it  penetrated  Utah,  the  region  of  the  Great  Salt 
Lake,  the  singular  colony  of  the  Mormons. 


CHAPTER  XXVII 


IN  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT  UNDERGOES,  AT  A SPEED  OF 
TWENTY  MILES  AN  HOUR,  A COURSE  OF  MORMON 
HISTORY. 

During  the  night  of  the  5th  of  December,  the  train 
ran  south-easterly  for  about  fifty  miles;  then  rose  an 
equal  distance  in  a north-easterly  direction,  towards 
the  Great  Salt  Lake. 

Passepartout,  about  nine  o’clock,  went  out  upon  the 
platform  to  take  the  air.  The  weather  was  cold,  the 
heavens  gray,  but  it  was  not  snowing.  The  sun’s  disc, 
enlarged  by  the  mist,  seemed  an  evnormous  ring  of  gold, 
and  Passepartout  was  amusing  himself  by  calculating 
its  value  in  pounds  sterling,  when  he  was  diverted  from 
his  interesting  study  by  a strange-looking  personage 
who  made  his  appearance  on  the  platform. 

This  personage,  who  had  taken  the  train  at  Elko, 
was  tall  and  dark,  with  black  moustaches,  black  stock- 
ings, a black  silk  hat,  a black  waistcoat,  black  trousers, 
a white  cravat,  and  dogskin  gloves.  He  might  have 
been  taken  for  a clergyman.  He  went  from  one  end« 
of  the  train  to  the  other  and  affixed  to  the  door  of  each 
ear  a notice  written  in  manuscript 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  219 


Passepartout  approached  and  read  one  of  these 
notices,  which  stated  that  Elder  William  Hitch,  Mor- 
mon missionary,  taking  advantage  of  his  presence  on 
train  No.  48,  would  deliver  a lecture  on  Mormonism, 
in  car  No.  117,  from  eleven  to  twelve  o’clock;  and  that 
he  invited  all  who  were  desirous  of  being  instructed 
concerning  the  mysteries  of  the  religion  of  the  “ Latter 
Day  Saints  ” to  attend. 

“ I’ll  go,”  said  Passepartout  to  himself.  He  knew 
nothing  of  Mormonism  except  the  custom  of  polyg- 
amy, which  is  its  foundation. 

The  news  quickly  spread  through  the  train,  which 
contained  about  one  hundred  passengers,  thirty  of 
whom,  at  most,  attracted  by  the  notice,  ensconced 
themselves  in  car  No.  117.  Passepartout  took  one  of 
the  seats.  Neither  Mr.  Fogg  nor  Fix  cared  to  attend. 

At  the  appointed  hour  Elder  William  Hitch  rose, 
and,  in  an  irritated  voice,  as  if  he  had  already  been  con- 
tradicted, said,  “ I tell  you  that  Joe  Smith  is  a martyr, 
that  his  brother  Hiram  is  a martyr,  and  that  the  per- 
secutions of  the  United  States  Government  against  the 
prophets  will  also  make  a martyr  of  Brigham  Young. 
Who  dares  to  say  the  contrary?” 

No  one  ventured  to  gainsay  the  missionary,  whose 
excited  tone  contrasted  curiously  with  his  naturally 
t calm  visage.  No  doubt  his  anger  arose  from  the  hard- 
ships to  which  the  Mormons  were  actually  subjected. 
The  government  had  just  succeeded,  with  some  diffi- 


220  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


culty,  in  reducing  these  independent  fanatics  to  its 
rule.  It  had  made  itself  master  of  Utah,  and  subjected 
that  territory  to  the  laws  of  the  Union,  after  imprison- 
ing Brigham  Young  on  a charge  of  rebellion  and 
polygamy.  The  disciples  of  the  prophet  had  since 
redoubled  their  efforts,  and  resisted,  by  words  at  least, 
the  authority  of  Congress.  Elder  Hitch,  as  is  seen, 
was  trying  to  make  proselytes  on  the  very  railway 
trains. 

Then,  emphasizing  his  words  with  his  loud  voice 
and  frequent  gestures,  he  related  the  history  of  the 
Mormons  from  Biblical  times:  how  that,  in  Israel,  a 
Mormon  prophet  of  the  tribe  of  Joseph  published  the 
annals  of  the  new  religion,  and  bequeathed  them  to 
his  son  Morom ; how,  many  centuries  later,  a transla- 
tion of  this  precious  book,  which  was  written  in  Egyp- 
tian, was  made  by  Joseph  Smith,  Junior,  a Vermont 
farmer,  who  revealed  himself  as  a mystical  prophet  in 
1825;  and  how,  in  short,  the  celestial  messenger  ap- 
peared to  him  in  an  illuminated  forest,  and  gave  him 
the  annals  of  the  Lord. 

Several  of  the  audience,  not  being  much  interested 
in  the  missionary’s  narrative,  here  left  the  car;  but 
Elder  Hitch,  continuing  his  lecture,  related  how  Smith, 
Junior,  with  his  father,  two  brothers,  and  a few  dis- 
ciples, founded  the  church  of  the  “ Latter  Day  Saints/’ 
which,  adopted  not  only  in  America,  but  in  England, 
Norway  and  Sweden,  and  Germany,  counts  many  arti- 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  221 


sans,  as  well  as  men  engaged  in  the  liberal  professions, 
among  its  members ; how  a colony  was  established  in 
Ohio,  a temple  erected  there  at  a cost  of  two  hundred 
thousand  dollars,  and  a town  built  at  Kirkland ; how 
Smith  became  an  enterprising  banker,  and  received 
from  a simple  mummy  showman  a papyrus  scroll 
written  by  Abraham  and  several  famous  Egyptians. 

The  Elder’s  story  became  somewhat  wearisome,  and 
his  audience  grew  gradually  less,  until  it  was  reduced 
to  twenty  passengers.  But  this  did  not  disconcert  the^ 
enthusiast,  who  proceeded  with  the  story  of  Joseph 
Smith’s  bankruptcy  in  1837,  and  how  his  ruined  credi- 
tors gave  him  a coat  of  tar  and  feathers;  his  reap- 
pearance some  years  afterwards,  more  honourable 
and  honoured  than  ever,  at  Independence,  Missouri, 
the  chief  of  a flourishing  colony  of  three  thousand 
disciples,  and  his  pursuit  thence  by  outraged  Gentiles, 
and  retirement  into  the  far  West. 

Ten  hearers  only  were  now  left,  among  them  honest 
Passepartout,  who  was  listening  with  all  his  ears.  Thus 
he  learned  that,  after  long  persecutions,  Smith  reap- 
peared in  Illinois,  and  in  1839  founded  a community 
at  Nauvoo,  on  the  Mississippi,  numbering  twenty-five 
thousand  souls,  of  which  he  became  mayor,  chief 
justice,  and  general-in-chief;  that  he  announced  him- 
self, in  1843,  as  a candidate  for  the  Presidency  of  the 
United  States ; and  that  finally,  being  drawn  into 
ambuscade  at  Carthage,  he  was  thrown  into  prison, 


222  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


and  assassinated  by  a band  of  men  disguised  in 
masks. 

Passepartout  was  now  the  only  person  left  in  the  car, 
and  the  Elder,  looking  him  full  in  the  face,  reminded 
him  that,  two  years  after  the  assassination  of  Joseph 
Smith,  the  inspired  prophet,  Brigham  Young,  his  suc- 
cessor, left  Nauvoo  for  the  banks  of  the  Great  Salt 
Lake,  where,  in  the  midst  of  that  fertile  region, 
directly  on  the  route  of  the  emigrants  who  crossed 
Utah  on  their  way  to  California,  the  new  colony, 
thanks  to  the  polygamy  practised  by  the  Mormons,  had 
flourished  beyond  expectation. 

“ And  this/'  added  Elder  William  Hitch,— “ this  is 
why  the  jealousy  of  Congress  has  been  aroused  against 
us ! Why  have  the  soldiers  of  the  Union  invaded  the 
soil  of  Utah?  Why  has  Brigham  Young,  our  chief, 
been  imprisoned,  in  contempt  of  all  justice?  Shall  we 
yield  to  force?  Never!  Driven  from  Vermont, 
driven  from  Illinois,  driven  from  Ohio,  driven  from 
Missouri,  driven  from  Utah,  we  shall  yet  find  some 
independent  territory  on  which  to  plant  our  tents.  And 
you,  my  brother,”  continued  the  Elder,  fixing  his 
angry  eye  upon  his  single  auditor,  “ will  you  not  plant 
yours  there,  too,  under  the  shadow  of  our  flag?  ” 

“ No ! ” replied  Passepartout  courageously,  in  his 
turn  retiring  from  the  car,  and  leaving  the  Elder  to 
preach  to  vacancy. 

During  the  lecture  the  train  had  been  making  good 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  223 


progress,  and  towards  half-past  twelve  it  had  reached 
the  north-west  border  of  the  Great  Salt  Lake.  Thence 
the  passengers  could  observe  the  vast  extent  of  this 
interior  sea,  which  is  also  called  the  Dead  Sea,  and 
into  which  flows  an  American  Jordan.  It  is  a pictur- 
esque expanse,  framed  in  lofty  crags  in  large  strata, 
encrusted  with  white  salt, — a superb  sheet  of  water, 
which  was  formerly  of  larger  extent  than  now,  its 
shores  having  encroached  with  the  lapse  of  time,  and 
thus  at  once  reduced  its  breadth  and  increased  its 
depth. 

The  Salt  Lake,  seventy  miles  long  and  thirty-five 
wide,  is  situated  three  miles  eight  hundred  feet  above 
the  sea.  Quite  different  from  Lake  Asphaltite, 
whose  depression  is  twelve  hundred  feet  below  the 
sea,  it  contains  considerable  salt,  and  one  quarter  of 
the  weight  of  its  water  is  solid  matter,  its  specific 
weight  being  1170,  and,  after  being  distilled,  1000. 
Fishes  are  of  course  unable  to  live  in  it,  and  those 
which  descend  through  the  Jordan,  the  Weber,  and 
other  streams,  soon  perish. 

The  country  around  the  lake  was  well  cultivated, 
for  the  Mormons  are  mostly  farmers;  while  ranches 
and  pens  for  domesticated  animals,  fields  of  wheat, 
corn,  and  other  cereals,  luxuriant  prairies,  hedges  of 
wild  rose,  clumps  of  acacias  and  milk-wort,  would 
have  been  seen  six  months  later.  Now  the  ground 
was  covered  with  a thin  powdering  of  snow. 


224  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


The  train  reached  Ogden  at  two  o’clock,  where  it 
rested  for  six  hours.  Mr.  Fogg  and  his  party  had 
time  to  pay  a visit  to  Salt  Lake  City,  connected  with 
Ogden  by  a branch  road ; and  they  spent  two  hours  in 
this  strikingly  American  town,  built  on  the  pattern  of 
other  cities  of  the  Union,  like  a checker-board,  “ with 
the  sombre  sadness  of  right  angles/’  as  Victor  Hugo 
expresses  it.  The  founder  of  the  City  of  the  Saints 
could  not  escape  from  the  taste  for  symmetry  which 
distinguishes  the  Anglo-Saxons.  In  this  strange 
country,  where  the  people  are  certainly  not  up  to 
the  level  of  their  institutions,  everything  is  done 
“ squarely,” — cities,  houses,  and  follies. 

The  travellers,  then,  were  promenading,  at  three 
o’clock,  about  the  streets  of  the  town  built  between 
the  banks  of  the  Jordan  and  the  spurs  of  the  Wahsatch 
Range.  They  saw  few  or  no  churches,  but  the 
prophet’s  mansion,  the  court-house,  and  the  arsenal, 
blue-brick  houses  with  verandahs  and  porches,  sur- 
sounded  by  gardens  bordered  with  acacias,  palms,  and 
locusts.  A clay  and  pebble  wall,  built  in  1853,  sur- 
rounded the  town ; and  in  the  principal  street  were  the 
market  and  several  hotels  adorned  with  pavilions. 
The  place  did  not  seem  thickly  populated.  The  streets 
were  almost  deserted,  except  in  the  vicinity  of  the 
Temple,  which  they  only  reached  after  having  tra- 
versed several  quarters  surrounded  by  palisades.  There 
were  many  women,  which  was  easily  accounted  for  by 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  225 


the  “ peculiar  institution  ” of  the  Mormons ; but  it 
must  not  be  supposed  that  all  the  Mormons  are 
polygamists.  They  are  free  to  marry  or  not,  as  they 
please;  but  it  is  worth  noting  that  it  is  mainly  the 
female  citizens  of  Utah  who  are  anxious  to  marry,  as, 
according  to  the  Mormon  religion,  maiden  ladies  are 
not  admitted  to  the  possession  of  its  highest  joys. 
These  poor  creatures  seemed  to  be  neither  well  off 
nor  happy.  Some — the  more  well-to-do,  no  doubt — 
wore  short,  open  black  silk  dresses,  under  a hood  or 
modest  shawl ; others  were  habited  in  Indian  fashion. 

Passepartout  could  not  behold  without  a certain 
fright  these  women,  charged,  in  groups,  with  confer- 
ring happiness  on  a single  Mormon.  His  common 
sense  pitied,  above  all,  the  husband.  It  seemed  to 
him  a terrible  thing  to  have  to  guide  so  many  wives  at 
once  across  the  vicissitudes  of  life,  and  to  conduct 
them,  as  it  were,  in  a body  to  the  Mormon  paradise, 
with  the  prospect  of  seeing  them  in  the  company  of 
the  glorious  Smith,  who  doubtless  was  the  chief  orna- 
ment of  that  delightful  place,  to  all  eternity.  He  felt 
decidedly  repelled  from  such  a vocation,  and  he  imag- 
ined— perhaps  he  was  mistaken — that  the  fair  ones  of 
Salt  Lake  City  cast  rather  alarming  glances  on  his 
person.  Happily,  his  stay  there  was  .but  brief.  At 
four  the  party  found  themselves  again  at  the  station, 
took  their  places  in  the  train,  and  the  whistle  sounded 
for  starting.  Just  at  the  moment,  however,  that  the 


226  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


locomotive  wheels  began  to  turn,  cries  of  “ stop ! 
stop ! ” were  heard. 

Trains,  like  time  and  tide,  stop  for  no  one.  The 
gentleman  who  uttered  the  cries  was  evidently  a be- 
lated Mormon.  He  was  breathless  with  running. 
Happily  for  him,  the  station  had  neither  gates  nor 
barriers.  He  rushed  along  the  track,  jumped  on  the 
rear  platform  of  the  train,  and  fell  exhausted  into  one 
of  the  seats. 

Passepartout,  who  had  been  anxiously  watching  this 
amateur  gymnast,  approached  him  with  lively  interest, 
and  learned  that  he  had  taken  flight  after  an  unpleasant 
domestic  scene. 

When  the  Mormon  had  recovered  his  breath.  Passe- 
partout ventured  to  ask  him  politely  how  many  wives 
he  had ; for,  from  the  manner  in  which  he  had  de- 
camped, it  might  be  thought  that  he  had  twenty  at 
least. 

“ One,  sir,”  replied  the  Mormon,  raising  his  arms 
heavenward, — “ one,  and  that  was  enough  1 99 


CHAPTER  XXVIII 


IN  WHICH  PASSEPARTOUT  DOES  NOT  SUCCEED  IN 
MAKING  ANYONE  LISTEN  TO  REASON 

The  train,  on  leaving  Great  Salt  Lake  at  Ogden, 
passed  northward  for  an  hour  as  far  as  Weber  River, 
having  completed  nearly  nine  hundred  miles  from  San 
Francisco.  From  this  point  it  took  an  easterfy  direc- 
tion towards  the  jagged  Wahsatch  Mountains.  It 
was  in  the  section  included  between  this  range  and  the 
Rocky  Mountains  that  the  American  engineers  found 
the  most  formidable  difficulties  in  laying  the  road,  and 
that  the  government  granted  a subsidy  of  forty-eight 
thousand  dollars  per  mile,  instead  of  sixteen  thousand 
allowed  for  the  work  done  on  the  plains.  But  the 
engineers,  instead  of  violating  nature,  avoided  its  diffi- 
culties by  winding  around,  instead  of  penetrating  the 
rocks.  One  tunnel  only,  fourteen  thousand  feet  in 
length,  was  pierced  in  order  to  arrive  at  the  great 
basin. 

The  track  up  to  this  time  had  reached  its  highest 
elevation  at  the  Great  Salt  Lake.  From  this  point  it 
described  a long  curve,  descending  towards  Bitter 
Creek  Valley,  to  rise  again  to  the  dividing  ridge  of  the 


228  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


waters  between  the  Atlantic  and  the  Pacific.  There 
were  many  creeks  in  this  mountainous  region,  and  it 
was  necessary  to  cross  Muddy  Creek,  Green  Creek, 
and  others,  upon  culverts. 

Passepartout  grew  more  and  more  impatient  as  they 
went  on,  while  Fix  longed  to  get  out  of  this  difficult 
region,  and  was  more  anxious  than  Phileas  Fogg  him- 
self to  be  beyond  the  danger  of  delays  and  accidents, 
and  set  foot  on  English  soil. 

At  ten  o’clock  at  night  the  train  stopped  at  Fort 
Bridger  station,  and  twenty  minutes  later  entered 
Wyoming  Territory,  following  the  valley  of  Bitter 
Creek  throughout.  The  next  day,  December  7th,  they 
stopped  for  a quarter  of  an  hour  at  Green  River  sta- 
tion. Snow  had  fallen  abundantly  during  the  night, 
but,  being  mixed  with  rain,  it  had  half  melted,  and  did 
not  interrupt  their  progress.  The  bad  weather,  how- 
ever, annoyed  Passepartout;  for  the  accumulation  of 
snow,  by  blocking  the  wheels  of  the  cars,  would  cer- 
tainly have  been  fatal  to  Mr.  Fogg’s  tour. 

“ What  an  idea ! ” he  said  to  himself.  cc  Why  did 
my  master  make  this  journey  in  winter?  Couldn’t  he 
have  waited  for  the  good  season  to  increase  his 
chances  ? ” 

While  the  worthy  Frenchman  was  absorbed  in  the 
state  of  the  sky  and  the  depression  of  the  temperature, 
Aouda  was  experiencing  fears  from  a totally  different 


cause. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  229 


Several  passengers  had  got  off  at  Green  River,  and 
were  walking  up  and  down  the  platforms ; and  among 
these  Aouda  recognized  Colonel  Stamp  Proctor,  the 
same  who  had  so  grossly  insulted  Phileas  Fogg  at  the 
San  Francisco  meeting.  Not  wishing  to  be  recog- 
nized, the  young  woman  drew  back  from  the  window, 
feeling  much  alarm  at  her  discovery.  She  was  at- 
tached to  the  man  who,  however  coldly,  gave  her  daily 
evidences  of  the  most  absolute  devotion.  She  did  not 
comprehend,  perhaps,  the  depth  of  the  sentiment  with 
which  her  protector  inspired  her,  which  she  called 
gratitude,  but  which,  though  she  was  unconscious  of 
it,  was  really  more  than  that.  Her  heart  sank  within 
her  when  she  recognized  the  man  whom  Mr.  Fogg 
desired,  sooner  or  later,  to  call  to  account  for  his  con- 
duct. Chance  alone,  it  was  clear,  had  brought  Colonel 
Proctor  on  this  train;  but  there  he  was,  and  it  was 
necessary,  at  all  hazards,  that  Phileas  Fogg  should 
not  perceive  his  adversary. 

Aouda  seized  a moment  when  Mr.  Fogg  was  asleep, 
to  tell  Fix  and  Passepartout  whom  she  had  seen. 

“ That  Proctor  on  this  train !”  cried  Fix.  “ Well, 
reassure  yourself,  madam ; before  he  settles  with  Mr. 
Fogg,  he  has  got  to  deal  with  me ! It  seems  to  me  that 
I was  the  more  insulted  of  the  two.” 

“ And  besides,”  added  Passepartout,  “ I’ll  take 
charge  of  him,  colonel  as  he  is.” 

“ Mr.  Fix,”  resumed  Aouda,  “ Mr.  Fogg  will  allow 


230  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


no  one  to  avenge  him.  He  said  that  he  would  come 
back  to  America  to  find  this  man.  Should  he  perceive 
Colonel  Proctor,  we  could  not  prevent  a collision 
which  might  have  terrible  results.  He  must  not  see 
him.” 

“ You  are  right,  madam,”  replied  Fix;  “ a meeting 
between  them  might  ruin  all.  Whether  he  were  vic- 
torious or  beaten,  Mr.  Fogg  would  be  delayed, 
and—” 

“ And,”  added  Passepartout,  “ that  would  play  the 
game  of  the  gentlemen  of  the  Reform  Club.  In  four 
days  we  shall  be  in  New  York.  Well,  if  my  master 
does  not  leave  this  car  during  these  four  days,  we  may 
hope  that  chance  will  not  bring  him  face  to  face  with 
this  confounded  American.  We  must,  if  possible,  pre- 
vent his  stirring  out  of  it.” 

The  conversation  dropped.  Mr.  Fogg  had  just 
woke  up,  and  was  looking  out  of  the  window.  Soon 
after  Passepartout,  without  being  heard  by  his  master 
or  Aouda,  whispered  to  the  detective,  “ Would  you 
really  fight  for  him  ? ” 

“ I would  do  anything,”  replied  Fix,  in  a tone  which 
betrayed  determined  will,  “ to  get  him  back,  living,  to 
Europe ! ” 

Passepartout  felt  something  like  a shudder  shoot 
through  his  frame,  but  his  confidence  in  his  master 
remained  unbroken. 

Was  there  any  means  of  detaining  Mr.  Fogg  in  the 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  231 


car,  to  avoid  a meeting  between  him  and  the  Colonel  ? 
It  ought  not  to  be  a difficult  task,  since  that  gentleman 
was  naturally  sedentary  and  little  curious.  The  de- 
tective, at  least,  seemed  to  have  found  a way;  for, 
after  a few  moments,  he  said  to  Mr.  Fogg,  “ These  are 
long  and  slow  hours,  sir,  that  we  are  passing  on  the 
railway.” 

“ Yes,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg;  “ but  they  pass.” 

“ You  were  in  the  habit  of  playing  whist,”  resumed 
Fix,  “ on  the  steamers.” 

“ Yes ; but  it  would  be  difficult  to  do  so  here.  I have 
neither  cards  nor  partners.” 

“ Oh,  but  we  can  easily  buy  some  cards,  for  they  are 
sold  on  all  the  American  trains.  And  as  for  partners, 
if  madam  plays — ” 

“ Certainly,  sir,”  Aouda  quickly  replied ; “ I under- 
stand whist.  It  is  a part  of  an  English  education.” 

“ I myself  have  some  pretensions  to  playing  a good 
game.  Well,  here  are  three  of  us,  and  a dummy — ” 

“ As  you  please,  sir,”  replied  Phileas  Fogg,  heartily 
glad  to  resume  his  favourite  pastime, — even  on  the 
railway. 

Passepartout  was  despatched  in  search  of  the  stew- 
ard, and  soon  returned  with  two  packs  of  cards, 
some  pins,  counters,  and  a shelf  covered  with  cloth. 

The  game  commenced.  Aouda  understood  whist 
sufficiently  well,  and  even  received  some  compliments 
on  her  playing  from  Mr.  Fogg.  As  for  the  detective, 


232  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


he  was  simply  an  adept,  and  worthy  of  being  matched 
against  his  present  opponent. 

“ Now,”  thought  Passepartout,  “ we’ve  got  him.  He 
won’t  budge.” 

At  eleven  in  the  morning  the  train  had  reached  the 
dividing  ridge  of  the  waters  at  Bridger  Pass,  seven 
thousand  five  hundred  and  twenty-four  feet  above  the 
level  of  the  sea,  one  of  the  highest  points  attained  by 
the  track  in  crossing  the  Rocky  Mountains.  After 
going  about  two  hundred  miles,  the  travellers  at  last 
found  themselves  on  one  of  those  vast  plains  which 
extend  to  the  Atlantic,  and  which  nature  has  made  so 
propitious  for  laying  the  iron  road. 

On  the  declivity  of  the  Atlantic  basin  the  first 
streams,  branches  of  the  North  Platte  River,  already 
appeared.  The  whole  northern  and  eastern  horizon 
was  bounded  by  the  immense  semicircular  curtain 
which  is  formed  by  the  southern  portion  of  the  Rocky 
Mountains,  the  highest  being  Laramie  Peak.  Be- 
tween this  and  the  railway  extended  vast  plains, 
plentifully  irrigated.  On  the  right  rose  the  lower 
spurs  of  the  mountainous  mass  which  extends  south- 
ward to  the  sources  of  the  Arkansas  River,  one  of  the 
great  tributaries  of  the  Missouri. 

At  half  past  twelve  the  travellers  caught  sight  for  an 
instant  of  Fort  Halleck,  which  commands  that  section; 
and  in  a few  more  hours  the  Rocky  Mountains  were 
crossed.  There  was  reason  to  hope,  then,  that  no 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  233 


accident  would  mark  the  journey  through  this  diffi- 
cult country.  The  snow  had  ceased  falling,  and  the 
air  became  crisp  and  cold.  Large  birds,  frightened 
by  the  locomotive,  rose  and  flew  off  in  the  distance. 
No  wild  beast  appeared  on  the  plain.  It  was  a desert 
in  vast  nakedness. 

After  a comfortable  breakfast,  served  in  the  car, 
Mr.  Fogg  and  his  partners  had  just  resumed  whist, 
when  a violent  whistling  was  heard,  and  the  train 
stopped.  Passepartout  put  his  head  out  of  the  door, 
but  saw  nothing  to  cause  the  delay ; no  station  was  in 
view. 

Aouda  and  Fix  feared  that  Mr.  Fogg  might  take  it 
into  his  head  to  get  out ; but  that  gentleman  contented 
himself  with  saying  to  his  servant,.  “ See  what  is  the 
matter.” 

Passepartout  rushed  out  of  the  car.  Thirty  or  forty 
passengers  had  already  descended,  among  them  Colo- 
nel Stamp  Proctor. 

The  train  had  stopped  before  a red  signal  which 
blocked  the  way.  The  engineer  and  conductor  were 
talking  excitedly  with  a signal-man,  whom  the  station- 
master  at  Medicine  Bow,  the  next  stopping  place,  had 
sent  on  before.  The  passengers  drew  around  and  took 
part  in  the  discussion,  in  which  Colonel  Proctor,  with 
his  insolent  manner,  was  conspicuous. 

Passepartout,  joining  the  group,  heard  the  signal- 
man say,  “ No ! you  can't  pass ! The  bridge  at  Medi- 


234  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


cine  Bow  is  shaky,  and  would  not  bear  the  weight  of 
the  train.” 

This  was  a suspension-bridge  thrown  over  some 
rapids,  about  a mile  from  the  place  where  they  now 
were.  According  to  the  signal-man,  it  was  in  a ruin- 
ous condition,  several  of  the  iron  wires  being  broken ; 
and  it  was  impossible  to  risk  the  passage.  He  did  not 
in  any  way  exaggerate  the  condition  of  the  bridge.  It 
may  be  taken  for  granted  that,  rash  as  the  Americans 
usually  are,  when  they  are  prudent  there  is  good  rea- 
son for  it. 

Passepartout,  not  daring  to  apprise  his  master  of 
what  he  heard,  listened  with  set  teeth,  immovable  as  a 
statue. 

“ Hum ! ” cried  Colonel  Proctor ; “ but  we  are  not 
going  to  stay  here,  I imagine,  and  take  root  in  the 

snow  ? ” 

“ Colonel,”  replied  the  conductor,  “ we  have  tele- 
graphed to  Omaha  for  a train,  but  it  is  not  likely 
that  it  will  reach  Medicine  Bow  in  less  than  six 
hours.” 

“ Six  hours ! ” cried  Passepartout. 

“ Certainly,”  returned  the  conductor.  “ Besides, 
it  will  take  us  as  long  as  that  to  reach  Medicine  Bow 
on  foot.” 

“ But  it  is  only  a mile  from  here,”  said  one  of  the 

passengers. 

“ Yes,  but  it’s  on  the  other  side  of  the  river.” 


AROUND  THE  WuRLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  233 


" And  can’t  we  cross  that  in  a boat  ? ” asked  the 
Colonel. 

“ That’s  impossible.  The  creek  is  swelled  by  the 
rains.  It  is  a rapid,  and  we  shall  have  to  make  a cir- 
cuit of  ten  miles  to  the  north  to  find  a ford.” 

The  colonel  launched  a volley  of  oaths,  denouncing 
.the  railway  company  and  the  conductor;  and  Passe- 
partout, who  was  furious,  was  not  disinclined  to  make 
common  cause  with  him.  Here  was  an  obstacle, 
indeed,  which  all  his  master’s  bank-notes  could  not 
remove. 

There  was  a general  disappointment  among  the 
passengers,  who,  without  reckoning  the  delay,  saw 
themselves  compelled  to  trudge  fifteen  miles  over  a 
plain  covered  with  snow.  They  grumbled  and  pro- 
tested, and  would  certainly  have  thus  attracted  Phileas 
Fogg’s  attention,  if  he  had  not  been  completely  ab- 
sorbed in  his  game. 

Passepartout  found  that  he  could  not  avoid  telling 
his  master  what  had  occurred,  and,  with  hanging  head 
he  was  turning  towards  the  car,  when  the  engineer— 
a true  Yankee,  named  Forster — called  out,  “ Gen- 
tlemen, perhaps  there  is  a way,  after  all,  to  get 
over.” 

“ On  the  bridge  ? ” asked  a passenger. 

“ On  the  bridge.” 

“ With  our  train  ? ” 

" With  our  train.” 


2Z6  around  the  world  in  eighty  days 

Passepartout  stopped  short,  and  eagerly  listened  to 
the  engineer. 

“ But  the  bridge  is  unsafe,”  urged  the  conductor. 

“ No  matter,”  replied  Forster;  " I think  that  by  put- 
ting on  the  very  highest  speed  we  might  have  a chance 
of  getting  over.” 

“ The  devil ! ” muttered  Passepartout. 

But  a number  of  the  passengers  were  at  once  at- 
tracted by  the  engineer's  proposal,  and  Colonel  Proctor 
was  especially  delighted,  and  found  the  plan  a very 
feasible  one.  He  told  stories  about  engineers  leaping 
their  trains  over  rivers  without  bridges,  by  putting  on 
full  steam;  and  many  of  those  present  avowed  them- 
selves of  the  engineer's  mind. 

“ We  have  fifty  chances  out  of  a hundred  of  getting 
over,”  said  one. 

“ Eighty!  ninety!” 

Passepartout  was  astounded,  and,  though  ready  to 
attempt  anything  to  get  over  Medicine  Creek,  thought 
the  experiment  proposed  a little  too  American. 

Besides,”  thought  he,  “ there's  a still  more  simple 
way,  and  it  does  not  even  occur  to  any  of  these  people ! 
Sir,”  said  he  aloud  to  one  of  the  passengers,  “ the 
engineer's  plan  seems  to  me  a little  dangerous,  but — ” 

“ Eighty  chances ! ” replied  the  passenger,  turning 
his  back  on  him. 

“ I know  it,”  said  Passepartout,  turning  to  another 
passenger,  “ but  a simple  idea — ” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  237 


“ Ideas  are  no  use,”  returned  the  American,  shrug- 
ging his  shoulders,  “ as  the  engineer  assures  us  that  we 
can  pass.” 

“ Doubtless,”  urged  Passepartout,  “ we  can  pass, 
but  perhaps  it  would  be  more  prudent — ” 

“ What ! Prudent ! ” cried  Colonel  Proctor,  whom 
this  word  seemed  to  excite  prodigiously.  “ At  full 
speed,  don't  you  see,  at  full  speed ! ” 

“ I know — I see,”  repeated  Passepartout ; “ but  it 
would  be,  if  not  more  prudent,  since  that  word  dis- 
pleases you,  at  least  more  natural — ” 

“ Who ! What ! What's  the  matter  with  this  fel- 
low ? ” cried  several. 

The  poor  fellow  did  not  know  to  whom  to  address 
himself. 

“ Are  you  afraid?  ” asked  Colonel  Proctor. 

“ I afraid ! Very  well ; I will  show  these  people 
that  a Frenchman  can  be  as  American  as  they!  ” 

“ All  aboard ! ” cried  the  conductor. 

“ Yes,  all  aboard ! ” repeated  Passepartout,  and 
immediately.  “ But  they  can’t  prevent  me  from 
thinking  that  it  would  be  more  natural  for  us  to  cross 
the  bridge  on  foot,  and  let  the  train  come  after ! ” 

But  no  one  heard  this  sage  reflection,  nor  would 
anyone  have  acknowledged  its  justice.  The  passengers 
resumed  their  places  in  the  cars.  Passepartout  took 
his  seat  without  telling  what  had  passed.  The  whist- 
players  were  quite  absorbed  in  their  game. 


238  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


The  locomotive  whistled  vigorously;  the  engineer, 
reversing  the  steam,  backed  the  train  for  nearly  a 
mile — retiring,  like  a jumper,  in  order  to  take  a longer 
leap.  Then,  with  another  whistle,  he  began  to  move 
forward;  the  train  increased  its  speed,  and  soon  its 
rapidity  became  frightful ; a prolonged  screech  issued 
from  the  locomotive ; the  piston  worked  up  and  down 
twenty  strokes  to  the  second.  They  perceived  that 
the  whole  train,  rushing  on  at  the  rate  of  a hundred 
miles  an  hour,  hardly  bore  upon  the  rails  at  all. 

And  they  passed  over ! It  was  like  a flash.  No  one 
saw  the  bridge.  The  train  leaped,  so  to  speak,  from 
one  bank  to  the  other,  and  the  engineer  could  not  stop 
it  until  it  had  gone  five  miles  beyond  the  station.  But 
scarcely  had  the  train  passed  the  river,  when  the 
bridge,  completely  ruined,  fell  with  a crash  into  the 
rapids  of  Medicine  Bow:. 


CHAPTER  XXIX 


IN  WHICH  CERTAIN  INCIDENTS  ARE  NARRATED  WHICH 

ARE  ONLY  TO  BE  MET  WITH  ON  AMERICAN  RAILROADS 

The  train  pursued  its  course,  that  evening,  without 
interruption,  passing  Fort  Saunders,  crossing  Cheyenne 
Pass,  and  reaching  Evans  Pass.  The  road  here 
attained  the  highest  elevation  of  the  journey,  eight 
thousand  and  ninety-one  feet  above  the  level  of  the 
sea.  The  travellers  had  now  only  to  descend  to  the 
Atlantic  by  limitless  plains,  levelled  by  nature.  A 
branch  of  the  “ grand  trunk  ” led  off  southward  to 
Denver,  the  capital  of  Colorado.  The  country  round 
about  is  rich  in  gold  and  silver,  and  more  than  fifty 
thousand  inhabitants  are  already  settled  there. 

Thirteen  hundred  and  eighty-two  miles  had  been 
passed  over  from  San  Francisco,  in  three  days  and 
three  nights;  four  days  and  nights  more  would  prob- 
ably bring  them  to  New  York.  Phileas  Fogg  was  not 
as  yet  behindhand. 

During  the  night  Camp  Walbach  was  passed  on  the 
left;  Lodge  Pole  Creek  ran  parallel  with  the  road, 
marking  the  boundary  between  the  territories  of 
Wyoming  and  Colorado.  They  entered  Nebraska  at 


240  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


eleven,  passed  near  Sedgwick,  and  touched  at  Jules- 
burg,  on  the  southern  branch  of  the  Platte  River. 

It  was  here  that  the  Union  Pacific  Railroad  was  inau- 
gurated on  the  23rd  of  October,  1867,  by  the  chief 
engineer,  General  Dodge.  Two  powerful  locomo- 
tives, carrying  nine  cars  of  invited  guests,  amongst 
whom  was  Thomas  C.  Durant,  vice-president  of  the 
road,  stopped  at  this  point;  cheers  were  given,  the 
Sioux  and  Pawnees  performed  an  imitation  Indian 
battle,  fireworks  were  let  off,  and  the  first  number 
of  the  Railway  Pioneer  was  printed  by  a press  brought 
on  the  train.  Thus  was  celebrated  the  inauguration  of 
this  great  railroad,  a mighty  instrument  of  progress 
and  civilization,  thrown  across  the  desert,  and  destined 
to  link  together  cities  and  towrns  which  do  not  yet 
exist.  The  whistle  of  the  locomotive,  more  powerful 
than  Amphion’s  lyre,  was  about  to  bid  them  rise  from 
American  soil. 

Fort  McPherson  was  left  behind  at  eight  in  the 
morning,  and  three  hundred  and  fifty-seven  miles  had 
yet  to  be  traversed  before  reaching  Omaha.  The  road 
followed  the  capricious  windings  of  the  southern 
branch  of  the  Platte  River,  on  its  left  bank.  At  nine 
the  train  stopped  at  the  important  town  of  North 
Platte,  built  between  the  two  arms  of  the  river,  which 
rejoin  each  other  around  it  and  form  a single  artery, — 
a large  tributary  whose  waters  empty  into  the  Missouri 
a little  above  Omaha. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  241 


The  one  hundred  and  first  meridian  was  passed. 

Mr.  Fogg  and  his  partners  had  resumed  their  game ; 
no  one — not  even  the  dummy — complained  of  the 
length  of  the  trip.  Fix  had  begun  by  winning  several 
guineas,  which  he  seemed  likely  to  lose ; but  he  showed 
himself  a not  less  eager  whist-player  than  Mr. 
Fogg. 

During  the  morning,  chance  distinctly  favoured  that 
gentleman.  Trumps  and  honours  were  showered  upon 
his  hands. 

Once,  having  resolved  on  a bold  stroke,  he  was  on 
the  point  of  playing  a spade,  when  a voice  behind  him 
said,  “ I should  play  a diamond.” 

Mr.  Fogg,  Aouda,  and  Fix  raised  their  heads,  and 
beheld  Colonel  Proctor. 

Stamp  Proctor  and  Phileas  Fogg  recognized  each 
other  at  once. 

“ Ah ! it' s you,  is  it,  Englishman  ? ” cried  the  Colo- 
nel ; “ it’s  you  who  are  going  to  play  a spade ! ” 

“And  who  plays  it,”  replied  Phileas  Fogg  coolly, 
throwing  down  the  ten  of  spades. 

“ Well,  it  pleases  me  to  have  it  diamonds,”  replied 
Colonel  Proctor,  in  an  insolent  tone. 

He  made  a movement  as  if  to  seize  the  card  which 
had  just  been  played,  adding,  “You  don’t  understand 
anything  about  whist.” 

“ Perhaps  I do,  as  well  as  another,”  said  Phileas 
Fogg,  rising. 


242  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ You  have  only  to  try,  son  of  John  Bull,”  replied 
the  colonel. 

Aouda  turned  pale,  and  her  blood  ran  cold.  She 
seized  Mr.  Fogg's  arm,  and  gently  pulled  him  back. 
Passepartout  was  ready  to  pounce  upon  the  American, 
who  was  staring  insolently  at  his  opponent.  But  Fix 
got  up,  and  going  to  Colonel  Proctor,  said,  “ You  for- 
get that  it  is  I with  whom  you  have  to  deal,  sir ; for  it 
was  I whom  you  not  only  insulted,  but  struck ! ” 

“ Mr.  Fix,”  said  Mr.  Fogg,  “ pardon  me,  but  this 
affair  is  mine,  and  mine  only.  The  Colonel  has  again 
insulted  me,  by  insisting  that  I should  not  play  a spade, 
and  he  shall  give  me  satisfaction  for  it.” 

“ When  and  where  you  will,”  replied  the  American, 
“ and  with  whatever  weapon  you  choose.” 

Aouda  in  vain  attempted  to  restrain  Mr.  Fogg;  as 
vainly  did  the  detective  endeavour  to  make  the  quarrel 
his.  Passepartout  wished  to  throw  the  Colonel  out  of 
the  window,  but  a sign  from  his  master  checked  him. 
Phileas  Fogg  left  the  car,  and  the  American  followed 
him  upon  the  platform. 

“ Sir,”  said  Mr.  Fogg  to  his  adversary,  “ I am  in  a 
great  hurry  to  get  back  to  Europe,  and  any  delay  what- 
ever will  be  greatly  to  my  disadvantage.” 

“Well,  what  is  that  to  me?”  replied  Colonel 
Proctor. 

“Sir,”  said  Mr.  Fogg,  very  politely,  “after  our 
meeting  at  San  Francisco,  I determined  to  return  to 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  243 


America  and  find  you  as  soon  as  I had  completed  the 
business  which  called  me  to  England/' 

“ Really ! " 

“ Will  you  appoint  a meeting  for  six  months 
hence  ? " 

“ Why  not  ten  years  hence  ? " 

“ I say  six  months/'  returned  Phileas  Fogg,  “ and 
I shall  be  at  the  place  of  meeting  promptly." 

“ All  this  is  an  evasion,"  cried  Stamp  Proctor. 
“ Now  or  never ! " 

“Very  good.  You  are  going  to  New  York?" 

“ No." 

“ To  Chicago?" 

“ No." 

“ To  Omaha?" 

“ What  difference  is  it  to  you  ? Do  you  know  Plum 
Creek?" 

“ No,"  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ It's  the  next  station.  The  train  will  be  there  in  an 
hour,  and  will  stop  there  ten  minutes.  In  ten  minutes 
several  revolver-shots  could  be  exchanged." 

u Very  well,"  said  Mr.  Fogg.  “ I will  stop  at  Plum 
Creek." 

“ And  I guess  you'll  stay  there,  too,"  added  the 
American  insolently. 

“ Who  knows?  " replied  Mr.  Fogg,  returning  to  the 
car  as  coolly  as  usual.  He  began  to  reassure  Aouda, 
telling  her  that  blusterers  were  never  to  be  feared,  and 


Z 44  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 

begged  Fix  to  be  his  second  at  the  approaching  duel, 
a request  which  the  detective  could  not  refuse.  Mr. 
Fogg  resumed  the  interrupted  game  with  perfect 
calmness. 

At  eleven  o’clock  the  locomotive’s  whistle  announced 
that  they  were  approaching  Plum  Creek  station.  Mr. 
Fogg  rose,  and,  followed  by  Fix,  went  out  upon  the 
platform.  Passepartout  accompanied  him,  carrying 
a pair  of  revolvers.  Aouda  remained  in  the  car,  as  pale 
as  death. 

The  door  of  the  next  car  opened,  and  Colonel 
Proctor  appeared  on  the  platform,  attended  by  a 
Yankee  of  his  own  stamp  as  his  second.  But  just  as 
the  combatants  were  about  to  step  from  the  train,  the 
conductor  hurried  up,  and  shouted,  “ You  can’t  get 
off,  gentlemen ! ” 

“ Why  not  ? ” asked  the  colonel. 

“ We  are  twenty  minutes  late,  and  we  shall  not  stop.” 

“ But  I am  going  to  fight  a duel  with  this  gentle- 
man.” 

“ I am  sorry,”  said  the  [conductor,  “ but  we  shall  be 
off  at  once.  There’s  the  bell  ringing  now.” 

The  train  started. 

“ I’m  really  very  sorry,  gentlemen,”  said  the  con- 
ductor. “Under  any  other  circumstances  I should 
have  been  happy  to  oblige  you.  But,  after  all,  as  you 
have  not  had  time  to  fight  here,  why  not  fight  as  we  go 
along?  ” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  245 

“ That  wouldn’t  be  convenient,  perhaps,  for  this 
gentleman,”  said  the  colonel,  in  a jeering  tone. 

“ It  would  be  perfectly  so,”  replied  Phileas  Fog g. 

“ Well,  we  are  really  in  America,”  thought  Passe- 
partout, “ and  the  conductor  is  a gentleman  of  the  first 
order!” 

So  muttering,  he  followed  his  master. 

The  two  combatants,  their  seconds,  and  the  con- 
ductor passed  through  the  cars  to  the  rear  of  the  train. 
The  last  car  was  only  occupied  by  a dozen  passengers, 
whom  the  conductor  politely  asked  if  they  would  not 
be  so  kind  as  to  leave  it  vacant  for  a few  moments,  as 
two  gentlemen  had  an  affair  of  honour  to  settle.  The 
passengers  granted  the  request  with  alacrity,  and 
straightway  disappeared  on  the  platform. 

The  car,  which  was  some  fifty  feet  long,  was  very 
convenient  for  their  purpose.  The  adversaries  might 
march  on  each  other  in  the  aisle,  and  fire  at  their 
ease. 

Never  was  duel  more  easily  arranged.  Mr.  Fogg  and 
Colonel  Proctor,  each  provided  with  two  six-barrelled 
revolvers,  entered  the  car.  The  seconds,  remaining 
outside,  shut  them  in.  They  were  to  begin  firing 
at  the  first  whistle  of  the  locomotive.  After  an  interval 
of  twro  minutes,  what  remained  of  the  two  gentlemen 
would  be  taken  from  the  car. 

Nothing  could  be  more  simple.  Indeed,  it  was  all  so 
simple  that  Fix  and  Passepartout  felt  their  hearts  beat- 


246  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


ing  as  if  they  would  crack.  They  were  listening  for 
the  whistle  agreed  upon,  when  suddenly  savage  cries 
resounded  in  the  air,  accompanied  by  reports  which 
certainly  did  not  issue  from  the  car  where  the  duel- 
lists  were.  The  reports  continued  in  front  and  the 
whole  length  of  the  train.  Cries  of  terror  proceeded 
from  the  interior  of  tlje  cars. 

Colonel  Proctor  and  Mr.  Fogg,  revolvers  in  hand, 
hastily  quitted  their  prison,  and  rushed  forward  where 
the  noise  was  most  clamorous.  They  then  perceived 
that  the  train  was  attacked  by  a band  of  Sioux. 

This  was  not  the  first  attempt  of  these  daring  In- 
dians, for  more  than  once  they  had  waylaid  trains  on 
the  road.  A hundred  of  them  had,  according  to  their 
habit,  jumped  upon  the  steps  without  stopping  the 
train,  with  the  ease  of  a clown  mounting  a horse  at 
full  gallop. 

The  Sioux  were  armed  with  guns,  from  which  came 
the  reports,  to  which  the  passengers,  who  were  almost 
all  armed,  responded  by  revolver-shots. 

The  Indians  had  first  mounted  the  engine  and  half 
stunned  the  engineer  and  stoker  with  blows  from  their 
muskets.  A Sioux  chief,  wishing  to  stop  the  train,  but 
not  knowing  how  to  work  the  regulator,  had  opened 
wide  instead  of  closing  the  steam-valve,  and  the 
locomotive  was  plunging  forward  with  terrific 
velocity. 

The  Sioux  had  at  the  same  time  invaded  the  carsf 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  247 


skipping  like  enraged  monkeys  over  the  roofs,  thrust- 
ing open  the  doors,  and  fighting  hand  to  hand  with 
the  passengers.  Penetrating  the  baggage-car,  they 
pillaged  it,  throwing  the  trunks  out  of  the  train.  The 
cries  and  shots  were  constant. 

The  travellers  defended  themselves  bravely ; some  of 
the  cars  were  barricaded,  and  sustained  a siege,  like 
moving  forts,  carried  along  at  a speed  of  a hundred 
miles  an  hour. 

Aouda  behaved  courageously  from  the  first.  She 
defended  herself,  like  a true  heroine,  with  a revolver, 
which  she  shot  through  the  broken  windows  whenevei 
a savage  made  his  appearance.  Twenty  Sioux  had 
fallen  mortally  wounded  to  the  ground,  and  the  wheels 
crushed  those  who  fell  upon  the  rails  as  if  they  had 
been  worms.  Several  passengers,  shot  or  stunned,  lay 
on  the  seats. 

It  was  necessary  to  put  an  end  to  the  struggle, 
which  had  lasted  for  ten  minutes,  and  which  would 
result  in  the  triumph  of  the  Sioux  if  the  train  was  not 
stopped.  Fort  Kearney  station,  where  there  was  a 
garrison,  was  only  two  miles  distant;  but,  that  once 
passed,  the  Sioux  would  be  masters  of  the  train  be- 
tween Fort  Kearney  and  the  station  beyond. 

The  conductor  was  fighting  beside  Mr.  Fogg,  when 
he  was  shot  and  fell.  At  the  same  moment  he  cried, 
“ Unless  the  train  is  stopped  in  five  minutes,  we  are 
lost ! ” 


243  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ It  «hall  be  stopped/'  said  Phileas  Fogg,  preparing 
to  rush  from  the  car. 

“ Stay,  monsieur/'  cried  Passepartout ; “ I will 

go.” 

Mr.  Fogg  had  not  time  to  stop  the  brave  fellow,  who, 
opening  a door  unperceived  by  the  Indians,  succeeded 
in  slipping  under  the  car ; and  while  the  struggle  con  - 
tinued, and  the  balls  whizzed  across  each  other  over 
his  head,  he  made  use  of  his  old  acrobatic  experience, 
and  with  amazing  agility  worked  his  way  under  the 
cars,  holding  on  to  the  chains,  aiding  himself  by  the 
brakes  and  edges  of  the  sashes,  creeping  from  one  car 
to  another  with  marvellous  skill,  and  thus  gaining  the 
forward  end  of  the  train. 

There,  suspended  by  one  hand  between  the  baggage- 
car  and  the  tender,  with  the  other  he  loosened  the 
safety  chains ; but,  owing  to  the  traction,  he  would 
never  have  succeeded  in  unscrewing  the  yoking-bar, 
had  not  a violent  concussion  jolted  this  bar  out.  The 
train,  now  detached  from  the  engine,  remained  a little 
behind,  whilst  the  locomotive  rushed  forward  with 
increased  speed. 

Carried  on  by  the  force  already  acquired,  the  train 
still  moved  for  several  minutes ; but  the  brakes  were 
worked,  and  at  last  they  stopped,  less  than  a hundred 
feet  from  Kearney  station. 

The  soldiers  of  the  fort,  attracted  by  the  shots, 
hurried  up;  the  Sioux  had  not  expected  them,  and 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  249 


decamped  in  a body  before  the  train  entirely 
stopped. 

But  when  the  passengers  counted  each  other  on  the 
station  platform  several  were  found  missing;  among 
others  the  courageous  Frenchman,  whose  devotion  had 
just  saved  them. 


CHAPTER  XXX- 


IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  SIMPLY  DOES  HIS  DUTY 

Three  passengers — including  Passepartout — had  dis- 
appeared. Had  they  been  killed  in  the  struggle? 
Were  they  taken  prisoners  by  the  Sioux?  It  was  im- 
possible to  tell. 

There  were  many  wounded,  but  none  mortally. 
Colonel  Proctor  was  one  of  the  most  seriously  hurt; 
he  had  fought  bravely,  and  a ball  had  entered  his  groin. 
He  was  carried  into  the  station  with  the  other 
wounded  passengers,  to  receive  such  attention  as  could 
be  of  avail. 

Aouda  was  safe;  and  Phileas  Fogg,  who  had  been 
in  the  thickest  of  the  fight,  had  not  received  a scratch. 
Fix  %vas  slightly  wounded  in  the  arm.  But  Passepar- 
tout was  not  to  be  found,  and  tears  coursed  down 
Aouda’s  cheeks. 

All  the  passengers  had  got  out  of  the  train,  the 
wheels  of  which  were  stained  with  blood.  From  the 
tires  and  spokes  hung  ragged  pieces  of  flesh.  As  far 
as  the  eye  could  reach  on  the  white  plain  behind,  red 
trails  were  visible.  The  last  Sioux  were  disappearing 
in  the  south,  along  the  banks  of  the  Republican  River. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  251 


Mr.  Fogg,  with  folded  arms,  remained  motionless. 
He  had  a serious  decision  to  make.  Aouda,  standing 
near  him,  looked  at  him  without  speaking,  and  he 
understood  her  look.  If  his  servant  was  a prisoner, 
ought  he  not  to  risk  everything  to  rescue  him  from  the 
Indians  ? 

“ I wili  find  him,  living  or  dead/5  said  he  quietly 
to  Aouda. 

“ Ah,  Mr. — Mr.  Fogg ! ” cried  she,  clasping  his 
hands  and  covering  them  with  tears. 

“ Living,”  added  Mr.  Fogg,  44  if  we  do  not  lose  a 
moment.” 

Phileas  Fogg,  by  this  resolution,  inevitably  sacrificed 
himself;  he  pronounced  his  own  doom.  The  delay  of 
a single  day  would  make  him  lose  the  steamer  at  New 
York,  and  his  bet  would  be  entirely  lost.  But  as 
he  thought,  “ It  is  my  duty,”  he  did  not  hesitate. 

The  commanding  officer  of  Fort  Kearney  was  there. 
A hundred  of  his  soldiers  had  placed  themselves  in  a 
position  to  defend  the  station  should  the  Sioux  at- 
tack it. 

44  Sir,”  said  Mr.  Fogg  to  the  captain,  “ three  pas- 
sengers have  disappeared.” 

44  Dead  ? ” asked  the  captain. 

44  Dead  or  prisoners ; that  is  the  uncertainty  which 
must  be  solved.  Do  you  propose  to  pursue  the 
Sioux?” 

44  That’s  a serious  thing  to  do,  sir,”  returned  the 


252  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


captain.  “ These  Indians  may  retreat  beyond  the 
Arkansas,  and  I cannot  leave  the  fort  unpro- 
tected.” 

“ The  lives  of  three  men  are  in  question,  sir,”  said 

Phileas  Fogg. 

“ Doubtless ; but  can  I risk  the  lives  of  fifty  men  to 
save  three  ? ” 

“ I don’t  know  whether  you  can,  sir ; but  you  ought 
to  do  so.” 

“ Nobody  here,”  returned  the  other,  “ has  a right  to 
teach  me  my  duty.” 

“ Very  well,”  said  Mr.  Fogg,  coldly.  “ I will  go 
alone.” 

“ You,  sir!  ” cried  Fix,  coming  up;  “ you  go  alone 
in  pursuit  of  the  Indians  ? ” 

“ Would  you  have  me  leave  this  poor  fellow  to 
perish, — him  to  whom  every  one  present  owes  his  life? 
I shall  go.” 

“ No,  sir,  you  shall  not  go  alone,”  cried  the  captain, 
touched  in  spite  of  himself.  “ No ! you  are  a brave 
man.  Thirty  volunteers  1 ” he  added,  turning  to  the 
soldiers. 

The  whole  company  started  forward  at  once.  The 
captain  had  only  to  pick  his  men.  Thirty  were  chosen, 
and  an  old  sergeant  placed  at  their  head. 

“ Thanks,  captain,”  said  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ Will  you  let  me  go  with  you?  ” asked  Fix. 

“ Do  as  you  please,  sir.  But  if  you  wish  to  do  me 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  253 


a favour,  you  will  remain  with  Aouda.  In  case  any- 
thing should  happen  to  me — ” 

A sudden  pallor  overspread  the  detective’s  face. 
Separate  himself  from  the  man  whom  he  had  so  per- 
sistently followed  step  by  step ! Leave  him  to  wander 
about  in  this  desert!  Fix  gazed  attentively  at  Mr. 
Fogg,  and,  despite  his  suspicions  and  of  the  struggle 
which  was  going  on  within  him,  he  lowered  his  eyes 
before  that  calm  and  frank  look. 

“ I will  stay,”  said  he. 

A few  moments  after,  Mr.  Fogg  pressed  the  young 
woman’s  hand,  and,  having  confided  to  her  his  precious 
carpet-bag,  went  off  with  the  sergeant  and  his  little 
squad.  But,  before  going,  he  had  said  to  the  soldiers, 
“ My  friends,  I will  divide  five  thousand  dollars  among 
you,  if  we  save  the  prisoners.” 

It  was  then  little  past  noon. 

Aouda  retired  to  a waiting-room,  and  there  she 
waited  alone,  thinking  of  the  simple  and  noble  gener- 
osity, the  tranquil  courage  of  Phileas  Fogg.  He  had 
sacrificed  his  fortune,  and  was  now  risking  his  life, 
all  without  hesitation,  from  duty,  in  silence. 

Fix  did  not  have  the  same  thoughts,  and  could 
scarcely  conceal  his  agitation.  He  walked  feverishly 
up  and  down  the  platform,  but  soon  resumed  his  cut- 
ward  composure.  He  now  saw  the  folly  of  which  he 
had  been  guilty  in  letting  Fogg  go  alone.  What! 
This  man,  whom  he  had  just  followed  around  the 


254  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 

world,  was  permitted  now  to  separate  himself  from 
him ! He  began  to  accuse  and  abuse  himself,  and,  as 
if  he  were  the  director  of  police,  administered  to  him- 
self a sound  lecture  for  his  greenness. 

“ I have  been  an  idiot ! ” he  thought,  “ and  this  man 
will  see  it.  He  has  gone,  and  won’t  come  back ! But 
how  is  it  that  I,  Fix,  who  have  in  my  pocket  a warrant 
for  his  arrest,  have  been  so  fascinated  by  him? 
Decidedly,  I am  nothing  but  an  ass ! ” 

So  reasoned  the  detective,  while  the  hours  crept  by 
all  too  slowly.  He  did  not  know  what  to  do.  Some- 
times he  was  tempted  to  tell  Aouda  all;  but  he  could 
not  doubt  how  the  young  woman  would  receive  his 
confidences.  What  course  should  he  take?  He 
thought  of  pursuing  Fogg  across  the  vast  white  plains ; 
it  did  not  seem  impossible  that  he  might  overtake  him. 
Footsteps  were  easily  printed  on  the  snow ! But  soon, 
under  a new’  sheet,  every  imprint  would  be  effaced. 

Fix  became  discouraged.  He  felt  a sort  of  insur- 
mountable longing  to  abandon  the  game  altogether. 
He  could  now  leave  Fort  Kearney  station,  and  pursue 
his  journey  homeward  in  peace. 

Towards  two  o’clock  in  the  afternoon,  while  it  was 
snowing  hard,  long  whistles  were  heard  approaching 
from  the  east.  A great  shadow,  preceded  by  a wild 
light,  slowly  advanced,  appearing  still  larger  through 
the  mist,  w'hich  gave  it  a fantastic  aspect.  No  train 
was  expected  from  the  east,  neither  had  there  been 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  255 


time  for  the  succour  asked  for  by  telegraph  to  arrive ; 
the  train  from  Omaha  to  San  Francisco  was  not  due 
till  the  next  day.  The  mystery  was  soon  ex- 
plained. 

The  locomotive,  which  was  slowly  approaching  with 
deafening  whistles,  was  that  which,  having  been  de- 
tached from  the  train,  had  continued  its  route  with 
such  terrific  rapidity,  carrying  off  the  unconscious 
engineer  and  stoker.  It  had  run  several  miles,  wher 
the  fire  becoming  low  for  want  of  fuel,  the  steam  had 
slackened;  and  it  had  finally  stopped  an  hour  after, 
some  twenty  miles  beyond  Fort  Kearney.  Neither  the 
engineer  nor  the  stoker  was  dead,  and,  after  remaining 
for  some  time  in  their  swoon,  had  come  to  themselves. 
The  train  had  then  stopped.  The  engineer,  when  he 
found  himself  in  the  desert,  and  the  locomotive  with- 
out cars,  understood  what  had  happened.  He  could 
not  imagine  how  the  locomotive  had  become  separated 
from  the  train;  but  he  did  not  doubt  that  the  train 
left  behind  was  in  distress. 

He  did  not  hesitate  what  to  do.  It  would  be  prudent 
to  continue  on  to  Omaha,  for  it  would  be  dangerous 
to  return  to  the  train,  while  the  Indians  might  still 
be  engaged  in  pillaging.  Nevertheless,  he  began  to 
rebuild  the  fire  in  the  furnace;  the  pressure  again 
mounted,  and  the  locomotive  returned,  running  back- 
wards to  Fort  Kearney.  This  it  was  which  was  whist- 
ling in  the  mist. 


256  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


The  travellers  were  glad  to  see  the  locomotive  re- 
sume its  place  at  the  head  of  the  train.  They  could 
now  continue  the  journey  so  terribly  interrupted. 

Aouda,  on  seeing  the  locomotive  come  up,  hurried 
out  of  the  station,  and  asked  the  conductor,  “ Are  you 
going  to  start  ? ” 

“ At  once,  madam.” 

“ But  the  prisoners — our  unfortunate  fellow-travel- 
lers—" 

“ I cannot  interrupt  the  trip,”  replied  the  conductor. 
“ We  are  already  three  hours  behind  time.” 

“ And  when  will  another  train  pass  here  from  San 
Francisco?  ” 

“ To-morrow  evening,  madam.” 

“ To-morrow  evening ! But  then  it  will  be  too  late ! 
We  must  wait — ” 

“ It  is  impossible,”  responded  the  conductor.  “ If 
you  wish  to  go,  please  get  in.” 

“ I will  not  go,”  said  Aouda. 

Fix  had  heard  this  conversation.  A little  while  be- 
fore, when  there  was  no  prospect  of  proceeding  on 
the  journey,  he  had  made  up  his  mind  to  leave  Fort 
Kearney ; but  now  that  the  train  was  there,  ready  to 
start,  and  he  had  only  to  take  his  seat  in  the  car,  an 
irresistible  influence  held  him  back.  The  station  plat- 
form burned  his  feet,  and  he  could  not  stir.  The  con- 
flict in  his  mind  again  began ; anger  and  failure  stifled 
him.  He  wished  to  struggle  on  to  the  end. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  257 


Meanwhile  the  passengers  and  some  of  the  wounded, 
among  them  Colonel  Proctor,  whose  injuries  were 
serious,  had  taken  their  places  in  the  train.  The  buz- 
zing of  the  overheated  boiler  was  heard,  and  the  steam 
was  escaping  from  the  valves.  The  engineer  whistled, 
the  train  started,  and  soon  disappeared,  mingling  its 
white  smoke  with  the  eddies  of  the  densely  falling 
snow. 

The  detective  had  remained  behind. 

Several  hours  passed.  The  weather  was  dismal,  and 
it  was  very  cold.  Fix  sat  motionless  on  a bench  in  the 
station ; he  might  have  been  thought  asleep.  Aouda, 
despite  the  storm,  kept  coming  out  of  the  waiting- 
room,  going  to  the  end  of  the  platform,  and  peering 
through  the  tempest  of  snow,  as  if  to  pierce  the  mist 
which  narrowed  the  horizon  around  her,  and  to  hear, 
if  possible,  some  welcome  sound.  She  heard  and  saw 
nothing.  Then  she  would  return,  chilled  through,  to 
issue  out  again  after  the  lapse  of  a few  moments,  but 
always  in  vain. 

Evening  came,  and  the  little  band  had  not  returned. 
Where  could  they  be?  Had  they  found  the  Indians, 
and  were  they  having  a conflict  with  them,  or  were 
they  still  wandering  amid  the  mist?  The  commander 
of  the  fort  was  anxious,  though  he  tried  to  conceal 
his  apprehensions.  As  night  approached,  the  snow 
fell  less  plentifully,  but  it  became  intensely  cold.  Ab- 
solute silence  rested  on  the  plains.  Neithei  flight 


258  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


of  bird  nor  passing  of  beast  troubled  the  perfect 
calm. 

Throughout  the  night  Aouda,  full  of  sad  forebod- 
ings, her  heart  stifled  with  anguish,  wandered  about  on 
the  verge  of  the  plains.  Her  imagination  carried  her 
far  off,  and  showed  her  innumerable  dangers.  What 
she  suffered  through  the  long  hours  it  would  be  im- 
possible to  describe. 

Fix  remained  stationary  in  the  same  place,  but  did 
not  sleep.  Once  a man  approached  and  spoke  to  him, 
and  the  detective  merely  replied  by  shaking  his  head. 

Thus  the  night  passed.  At  dawn,  the  half- 
extinguished  disk  of  the  sun  rose  above  a misty 
horizon;  but  it  was  now  possible  to  recognize  objects 
two  miles  off.  Phileas  Fogg  and  the  squad  had  gone 
southward;  in  the  south  all  was  still  vacancy.  It  was 
then  seven  o'clock. 

The  captain,  who  was  really  alarmed,  did  not  know 
what  course  to  take.  Should  he  send  another  detach- 
ment to  the  rescue  of  the  first?  Should  he  sacrifice 
more  men,  with  so  few  chances  of  saving  those  already 
sacrificed*?  His  hesitation  did  not  last  long,  however. 
Calling  one  of  his  lieutenants,  he  was  on  the  point  of 
ordering  a reconnoissance,  when  gunshots  were  heard. 
Was  it  a signal  ? The  soldiers  rushed  out  of  the  fort, 
and  half  a mile  off  they  perceived  a little  band  return- 
ing in  good  order. 

Mr.  Fogg  was  marching  at  their  head,  and  just  be- 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  259 


hind  him  were  Passepartout  and  the  other  two  travel- 
lers, rescued  from  the  Sioux. 

They  had  met  and  fought  the  Indians  ten  miles  south 
of  Fort  Kearney.  Shortly  before  the  detachment  ar- 
rived, Passepartout  and  his  companions  had  begun  to 
struggle  with  their  captors,  three  of  whom  the  French- 
man had  felled  with  his  fists,  when  his  master  and  the 
soldiers  hastened  up  to  their  relief. 

All  were  welcomed  with  joyful  cries.  Phileas  Fogg 
distributed  the  reward  he  had  promised  to  the  soldiers, 
while  Passepartout,  not  without  reason,  muttered  to 
himself,  “ It  must  certainly  be  confessed  that  I cost 
my  master  dear ! ” 

Fix,  without  saying  a word,  looked  at  Mr.  Fogg, 
and  it  would  have  been  difficult  to  analyze  the  thoughts 
which  struggled  within  him.  As  for  Aouda,  she  took 
her  protector's  hand  and  pressed  it  in  her  own,  too 
much  moved  to  speak. 

Meanwhile,  Passepartout  was  looking  about  for  the 
train;  he  thought  he  should  find  it  there,  ready  to 
start  for  Omaha,  and  he  hoped  that  the  time  lost  might 
be  regained. 

“'The  train ! the  train ! ” cried  he. 

“Gone,”  replied  Fix. 

“And  when  does  the  next  train  pass  here?”  asked 
Phileas  Fogg. 

“ Not  till  this  evening.” 

“ Ah ! ” returned  the  impassive  gentleman  quietly. 


CHAPTER  XXXI 


IN  WHICH  FIX  THE  DETECTIVE  CONSIDERABLY  FURTHERS 
THE  INTERESTS  OF  PHILEAS  FOGG  \ 

Phileas  Fogg  found  himself  twenty  hours  behind 
time.  Passepartout,  the  involuntary  cause  of  thi9 
delay,  was  desperate.  He  had  ruined  his  master! 

At  this  moment  the  detective  approached  Mr.  Fogg, 
and,  looking  him  intently  in  the  face,  said— 

“ Seriously,  sir,  are  you  in  great  haste  ? ” 

“ Quite  seriously.” 

“ I have  a purpose  in  asking,”  resumed  Fix.  “ Is 
it  absolutely  necessary  that  you  should  be  in  New  York 
on  the  nth,  before  nine  o’clock  in  the  evening,  the 
time  that  the  steamer  leaves  for  Liverpool  ? ” 

“ It  is  absolutely  necessary.” 

“ And,  if  your  journey  had  not  been  interrupted  by 
these  Indians,  you  would  have  reached  New  York 
on  the  morning  of  the  nth?” 

“ Yes ; with  eleven  hours  to  spare  before  the  steamer 
left.” 

“ Good ! you  are  therefore  twenty  hours  behind. 
Twelve  from  twenty  leaves  eight.  You  must  regain 
eight  hours.  Do  you  wish  to  try  to  do  so  ? ” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  261 

“ On  foot?”  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ No;  on  a sledge,”  replied  Fix.  “ On  a sledge  with 
sails.  A man  has  proposed  such  a method  to  me.” 

It  was  the  man  who  had  spoken  to  Fix  during  the 
night,  and  whose  offer  he  had  refused. 

Phileas  Fogg  did  not  reply  at  once;  but  Fix  having 
pointed  out  the  man,  who  was  walking  up  and  down 
in  front  of  the  station,  Mr.  Fogg  went  up  to  him.  An 
instant  after,  Mr.  Fogg  and  the  American,  whose  name 
was  Mudge,  entered  a hut  built  just  below  the 
fort. 

There  Mr.  Fogg  examined  a curious  vehicle,  a kind 
of  frame  on  two  long  beams,  a little  raised  in  front 
like  the  runners  of  a sledge,  and  upon  which  there  was 
room  for  five  or  six  persons.  A high  mast  was  fixed 
on  the  frame,  held  firmly  by  metallic  lashings,  to  which 
was  attached  a large  brigantine  sail.  This  mast  held 
an  iron  stay  upon  which  to  hoist  a jib-sail.  Behind,  a 
sort  of  rudder  served  to  guide  the  vehicle.  It  was,  in 
short,  a sledge  rigged  like  a sloop.  During  the  winter, 
when  the  trains  are  blocked  up  by  the  snow,  these 
sledges  make  extremely  rapid  journeys  across  the 
frozen  plains  from  one  station  to  another.  Provided 
with  more  sail  than  a cutter,  and  with  the  wind  behind 
them,  they  slip  over  the  surface  of  the  prairies  with  a 
speed  equal  if  not  superior  to  that  of  the  express 
tr  -ms. 

lf  Fogg  readily  made  a bargain  with  the  owner  of 


262  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


this  land-craft.  The  wind  was  favourable,  being  fresh 
and  blowing  from  the  west.  The  snow  had  hardened, 
and  Mudge  was  very  confident  of  being  able  to  trans- 
port Mr.  Fogg  in  a few  hours  to  Omaha.  Thence  the 
trains  eastward  run  frequently  to  Chicago  and  New 
York.  It  was  not  impossible  that  the  lost  time  might 
yet  be  recovered ; and  such  an  opportunity  was  not  to 
be  rejected. 

Not  wishing  to  expose  Aouda  to  the  discomforts 
of  travelling  in  the  open  air,  Mr.  Fogg  proposed  to 
leave  her  with  Passepartout  at  Fort  Kearney,  the 
servant  taking  upon  himself  to  escort  her  to  Europe 
by  a better  route  and  under  more  favourable  conditions. 
But  Aouda  refused  to  separate  from  Mr.  Fogg,  and 
Passepartout  was  delighted  with  her  decision ; for 
nothing  could  induce  him  to  leave  his  master  while 
Fix  was  with  him. 

It  would  be  difficult  to  guess  the  detective's  thoughts. 
Was  his  conviction  shaken  by  Phileas  Fogg’s  return,  or 
did  he  still  regard  him  as  an  exceedingly  shrewd  rascal, 
who,  his  journey  round  the  world  completed,  would 
think  himself  absolutely  safe  in  England?  Perhaps 
Fix’s  opinion  of  Phileas  Fogg  was  somewhat  modified; 
but  he  was  nevertheless  resolved  to  do  his  duty,  and 
to  hasten  the  return  of  the  whole  party  to  England 
as  much  as  possible. 

At  eight  o’clock  the  sledge  was  ready  to  start.  The 
passengers  took  their  places  on  it,  and  wrapped  them- 


The  travellers,  pressed  against  one  another 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  263 


selves  up  closely  in  their  travelling-cloaks.  The  two 
great  sails  were  hoisted,  and  under  the  pressure  of  the 
wind  the  sledge  slid  over  the  hardened  snow  with  a 
velocity  of  forty  miles  an  hour. 

The  distance  between  Fort  Kearney  and  Omaha,  as 
the  birds  fly,  is  at  most  two  hundred  miles.  If  the 
wind  blew  good,  the  distance  might  be  traversed  in  five 
hours ; if  no  accident  happened  the  sledge  might  reach 
Omaha  by  one  o'clock. 

What  a journey!  The  travellers,  huddled  close  to- 
gether, could  not  speak  for  the  cold,  intensified  by  the 
rapidity  at  which  they  were  going.  The  sledge  sped 
on  as  lightly  as  a boat  over  the  waves.  When  the 
breeze  came,  skimming  the  earth,  the  sledge  seemed  to 
be  lifted  off  the  ground  by  its  sails.  Mudge,  who  was 
at  the  rudder,  kept  in  a straight  line,  and  by  a turn 
of  his  hand  checked  the  lurches  which  the  vehicle  had 
a tendency  to  make.  All  the  sails  were  up,  and  the  jib 
was  so  arranged  as  not  to  screen  the  brigantine.  A top- 
mast was  hoisted,  and  another  jib,  held  out  to  the 
wind,  added  its  force  to  the  other  sails.  Although 
the  speed  could  not  be  exactly  estimated,  the  sledge 
could  not  be  going  at  less  than  forty  miles  an  hour. 

“ If  nothing  breaks,"  said  Mudge,  “ we  shall  get 
there ! ” 

Mr.  Fogg  had  made  it  for  Mudge’s  interest  to  reach 
Omaha  within  the  time  agreed  on,  by  the  offer  of  a 
handsome  reward. 


264  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


The  prairie,  across  which  the  sledge  was  moving 
in  a straight  line,  was  as  flat  as  a sea.  It  seemed  like 
a vast  frozen  lake.  The  railroad  which  ran  through 
this  section  ascended  from  the  south-west  to  the  north- 
west by  Great  Island,  Columbus,  an  important  Ne- 
braska town,  Schuyler,  and  Fremont,  to  Omaha.  It 
followed  throughout  the  right  bank  of  the  Platte  River. 
The  sledge,  shortening  this  route,  took  the  chord  of 
the  arc  described  by  the  railway.  Mudge  was  not 
afraid  of  being  stopped  by  the  Platte  River*  because  it 
was  frozen.  The  road,  then,  was  quite  clear  of  obsta- 
cles, and  Phileas  Fogg  had  but  two  things  to  fear, — - 
an  accident  to  the  sledge,  and  a change  or  calm  in  the 
wind. 

But  the  breeze,  far  from  lessening  its  force,  blew  as 
if  to  bend  the  mast,  which,  however,  the  metallic  lash- 
ings held  firmly.  These  lashings,  like  the  chords  of 
a stringed  instrument,  resounded  as  if  vibrated  by  a 
violin  bow.  The  sledge  slid  along  in  the  midst  of  a 
plaintively  intense  melody. 

“ Those  chords  give  the  fifth  and  the  octave,”  said  . 
Mr.  Fogg. 

These  were  the  only  words  he  uttered  during  the 
journey.  Aouda,  cosily  packed  in  furs  and  cloaks, 
was  sheltered  as  much  as  possible  from  the  attacks 
of  the  freezing  wind.  As  for  Passepartout,  his  face 
was  red  as  the  sun's  disk  when  it  sets  in  the  mist,  and 
he  laboriously  inhaled  the  biting  air.  With  his  natural 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  265 

buoyancy  of  spirits,  he  began  to  hope  again.  They 
would  reach  New  York  on  the  evening,  if  not  on  the 
morning,  of  the  nth,  and  there  were  still  some  chances 
that  it  would  be  before  the  steamer  sailed  for  Liver- 
pool. 

Passepartout  even  felt  a strong  desire  to  grasp  his 
ally,  Fix,  by  the  hand.  He  remembered  that  it  was 
the  detective  who  procured  the  sledge,  the  only  means 
of  reaching  Omaha  in  time;  but,  checked  by  some 
presentiment,  he  kept  his  usual  reserve.  One  thing, 
however,  Passepartout  would  never  forget,  and  that 
was  the  sacrifice  which  Mr.  Fogg  had  made,  without 
hesitation,  to  rescue  him  from  the  Sioux.  Mr.  Fogg 
had  risked  his  fortune  and  his  life.  No ! His  servant 
would  never  forget  that! 

While  each  of  the  party  was  absorbed  in  reflections 
so  different,  the  sledge  flew  fast  over  the  vast  carpet 
of  snow.  The  creeks  it  passed  over  were  not  per- 
ceived. Fields  and  streams  disappeared  under  the 
uniform  whiteness.  The  plain  was  absolutely  deserted. 
Between  the  Union  Pacific  road  and  the  branch  which 
unites  Kearney  with  Saint  Joseph  it  formed  a great 
uninhabited  island.  Neither  village,  station,  nor  fort 
appeared.  From  time  to  time  they  sped  by  some 
phantom-like  tree,  whose  white  skeleton  twisted  and 
rattled  in.  the  wind.  Sometimes  flocks  of  wild  birds 
rose,  or  bands  of  gaunt,  famished,  ferocious  prairie- 
wolves  ran  howling  after  the  sledge.  Passepartout 


266  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


revolver  in  hand,  held  himself  ready  to  fire  on  those 
which  came  too  near.  Had  an  accident  then  happened 
to  the  sledge,  the  travellers,  attacked  by  these  beasts, 
would  have  been  in  the  most  terrible  danger;  but  it 
held  on  its  even  course,  soon  gained  on  the  wolves, 
and  ere  long  left  the  howling  band  at  a safe  distance 
behind. 

About  noon  Mudge  perceived  by  certain  landmarks 
that  he  was  crossing  the  Platte  River.  He  said  noth- 
ing, but  he  felt  certain  that  he  was  now  within  twenty 
miles  of  Omaha.  In  less  than  an  hour  he  left  the 
rudder  and  furled  his  sails,  whilst  the  sledge,  carried 
forward  by  the  great  impetus  the  wind  had  given 
it,  went  on  half  a mile  further  with  its  sails  un- 
spread. 

It  stopped  at  last,  and  Mudge,  pointing  to  a mass 
of  roofs  white  with  snow,  said,  “ We  have  got 
there!” 

Arrived!  Arrived  at  the  station  which  is  in  daily 
communication,  by  numerous  trains,  with  the  Atlantic 
seaboard ! 

Passepartout  and  Fix  jumped  off,  stretched  their 
stiffened  limbs,  and  aided  Mr.  Fogg  and  the  young 
woman  to  descend  from  the  sledge.  Phileas  Fogg 
generously  rewarded  Mudge,  whose  hand  Passepar- 
tout warmly  grasped,  and  the  party  directed  their  steps 
to  the  Omaha  railway  station. 

The  Pacific  Railroad  proper  finds  its  terminus  at 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  267 


this  important  Nebraska  town.  Omaha  is  connected 
with  Chicago  by  the  Chicago  and  Rock  Island  Rail- 
road, which  runs  directly  east,  and  passes  fifty 
stations. 

A train  was  ready  to  start  when  Mr.  Fogg  and  his 
party  reached  the  station,  and  they  only  had  time  to 
get  into  the  cars.  They  had  seen  nothing  of  Omaha ; 
but  Passepartout  confessed  to  himself  that  this  was 
not  to  be  regretted,  as  they  were  not  travelling  to  see 
the  sights. 

The  train  passed  rapidly  across  the  State  of  Iowa, 
by  Council  Bluffs,  Des  Moines,  and  Iowa  City.  Dur- 
ing the  night  it  crossed  the  Mississippi  at  Davenport, 
and  by  Rock  Island  entered  Illinois.  The  next  day, 
which  was  the  10th,  at  four  in  the  evening,  it  reached 
Chicago,  already  risen  from  its  ruins,  and  more  proudly 
seated  than  ever  on  the  borders  of  its  beautiful  Lake 
Michigan. 

Nine  hundred  miles  separated  Chicago  from  New 
York;  but  trains  are  not  wanting  at  Chicago.  Mr. 
Fogg  passed  at  once  from  one  to  the  other,  and  the 
locomotive  of  the  Pittsburg,  Fort  Wayne,  and  Chicago 
Railway  left  at  full  speed,  as  if  it  fully  comprehended 
that  that  gentleman  had  no  time  to  lose.  It  traversed 
Indiana,  Ohio,  Pennsylvania,  and  New  Jersey  like  a 
flash,  rushing  through  towns  with  antique  names,  some 
of  which  had  streets  and  car-tracks,  but  as  yet  no 
houses.  At  last  the  Hudson  came  into  view ; and  at  a 


26 6 AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


quarter-past  eleven  in  the  evening  of  the  nth,  the 
train  stopped  in  the  station  on  the  right  bank  of  the 
river,  before  the  very  pier  of  the  Cunard  line. 

The  “ China/’  for  Liverpool,  had  started  three 
quarters  of  an  hour  before! 


CHAPTER  XXXII 


* IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  ENGAGES  IN  A DIRECT 
STRUGGLE  WITH  BAD  FORTUNE 

The  “ China,”  in  leaving,  seemed  to  have  carried  off 
Phileas  Fogg’s  last  hope.  None  of  the  other  steamers 
were  able  to  serve  his  projects.  The  “ Pereire,”  of 
the  French  Transatlantic  Company,  whose  admirable 
steamers  are  equal  to  any  in  speed  and  comfort,  did  not 
leave  until  the  14th;  the  Hamburg  boats  did  not  go 
directly  to  Liverpool  or  London,  but  to  Havre;  and 
the  additional  trip  from  Havre  to  Southampton  would 
render  Phileas  Fogg’s  last  efforts  of  no  avail.  The 
Inman  steamer  did  not  depart  till  the  next  day,  and 
could  not  cross  the  Atlantic  in  time  to  save  the 
wager. 

Mr.  Fogg  learned  all  this  in  consulting  his  “ Brad- 
shaw,” which  gave  him  the  daily  movements  of  the 
transatlantic  steamers. 

Passepartout  was  crushed;  it  overwhelmed  him  to 
lose  the  boat  by  three  quarters  of  an  hour.  It  was  his 
fault,  for,  instead  of  helping  his  master,  he  had  not 
ceased  putting  obstacles  in  his  path ! And  when  he 
recalled  all  the  incidents  of  the  tour,  when  he  counted 


270  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


up  the  sums  expended  in  pure  loss  and  on  his  own 
account,  when  he  thought  that  the  immense  stake, 
added  to  the  heavy  charges  of  this  useless  journey, 
would  completely  ruin  Mr.  Fogg,  he  overwhelmed  him- 
self with  bitter  self-accusation.  Mr.  Fogg,  however, 
did  not  reproach  him ; and,  on  leaving  the  Cunard  pier, 
only  said,  “ We  will  consult  about  what  is  best  to- 
morrow. Come.” 

The  party  crossed  the  Hudson  in  the  Jersey  City 
ferry-boat,  and  drove  in  a carriage  to  the  St.  Nicholas 
Hotel,  on  Broadway.  Rooms  were  engaged,  and  the 
night  passed,  briefly  to  Phileas  Fogg,  who  slept  pro- 
foundly, but  very  long  to  Aouda  and  the  others,  whose 
agitation  did  not  permit  them  to  rest. 

The  next  day  was  the  12th  of  December.  From 
seven  in  the  morning  of  the  12th,  to  a quarter  before 
nine  in  the  evening  of  the  21st,  there  were  nine  days, 
thirteen  hours,  and  forty-five  minutes.  If  Phileas 
Fogg  had  left  in  the  “ China,”  one  of  the  fastest 
steamers  on  the  Atlantic,  he  would  have  reached  Liver- 
pool, and  then  London  within  the  period  agreed  upon. 

Mr.  Fogg  left  the  hotel  alone,  after  giving  Passe- 
partout instructions  to  await  his  return,  and  inform 
Aouda  to  be  ready  at  an  instant’s  notice.  He  pro- 
ceeded to  the  banks  of  the  Hudson,  and  looked  about 
among  the  vessels  moored  or  anchored  in  the  river,  for 
any  that  were  about  to  depart.  Several  had  departure 
signals,  and  were  preparing  to  put  to  sea  at  morning 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  271 


tide;  for  in  this  immense  and  admirable  port,  there  is 
not  one  day  in  a hundred  that  vessels  do  not  set  out  for 
every  quarter  of  the  globe.  But  they  were  mostly 
sailing  vessels,  of  which,  of  course,  Phileas  Fogg 
could  make  no  use. 

He  seemed  about  to  give  up  all  hope,  when  he  espied, 
anchored  at  the  Battery,  a cable’s  length  off  at  most, 
a trading  vessel,  with  a screw,  well-shaped,  whose 
funnel,  puffing  a cloud  of  smoke,  indicated  that  she 
was  getting  ready  for  departure. 

Phileas  Fogg  hailed  a boat,  got  into  it,  and  soon 
found  himself  on  board  the  “ Henrietta,”  iron-hulled, 
wood-built  above.  He  ascended  to  the  deck,  and  asked 
for  the  captain,  who  forthwith  presented  himself.  He 
was  a man  of  fifty,  a sort  of  sea-wolf,  with  big  eyes, 
a complexion  of  oxidized  copper,  red  hair  and  thick 
neck,  and  a growling  voice. 

" The  captain?  ” asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

" I am  the  captain.” 

" I am  Phileas  Fogg,  of  London.” 

"And  I am  Andrew  Speedy,  of  Cardiff.” 

"You  are  going  to  put  to  sea?” 

" In  an  hour.” 

"You  are  bound  for — ” 

" Bordeaux.” 

"And  your  cargo?” 

" No  freight.  Going  in  ballast.” 

4<  Have  you  any  passengers  ? ” 


272  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ No  passengers.  Never  have  passengers.  Too 
much  in  the  way.” 

“Is  your  vessel  a swift  one?” 

“ Between  eleven  and  twelve  knots.  The  ‘ Henri- 
etta/ well  known.” 

“ Will  you  carry  me  and  three  other  persons  to 
Liverpool ? ” 

“To  Liverpool?  Why  not  to  China?” 

“ I said  Liverpool.” 

“ No!” 

“ No?” 

“ No.  I am  setting  out  for  Bordeaux,  and  shall  go 
to  Bordeaux.” 

“Money  is  no  object?” 

“ None.” 

The  captain  spoke  in  a tone  which  did  not  admit  of 
a reply. 

“ But  the  owners  of  the  ‘ Henrietta  ’ — ” resumed 
Phileas  Fogg. 

“ The  owners  are  myself,”  replied  the  captain. 
“ The  vessel  belongs  to  me.” 

“ I will  freight  it  for  you.” 

“ No.” 

“ I will  buy  it  of  you.” 

“ No.” 

Phileas  Fogg  did  not  betray  the  least  disappoint- 
ment ; but  the  situation  was  a grave  one.  It  was  not  at 
New  York  as  at  Hong  Kong,  nor  with  the  captain 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  273 


of  the  “ Henrietta  ” as  with  the  captain  of  the  “ Tank- 
adere.”  Up  to  this  time  money  had  smoothed  away 
every  obstacle.  Now  money  failed. 

Still,  some  means  must  be  found  to  cross  the  At- 
lantic on  a boat,  unless  by  balloon,— which  would 
have  been  venturesome,  besides  not  being  capable  of 
being  put  in  practice.  It  seemed  that  Phileas  Fogg 
had  an  idea,  for  he  said  to  the  captain,  “ Well,  will 
you  carry  me  to  Bordeaux  ?” 

“ No,  not  if  you  paid  me  two  hundred  dollars.” 

“ I offer  you  two  thousand.” 

* Apiece?” 

“ Apiece.” 

“And  there  are  four  of  you?” 

“ Four.” 

Captain  Speedy  began  to  scratch  his  head.  There 
were  eight  thousand  dollars  to  gain,  without  changing 
his  route ; for  which  it  was  well  worth  conquering  the 
repugnance  he  had  for  all  kinds  of  passengers.  Be- 
sides, passengers  at  two  thousand  dollars  are  no  longer 
passengers,  but  valuable  merchandise.  “ I start  at 
nine  o’clock,”  said  Captain  Speedy,  simply.  “ Are 
you  and  your  party  ready  ? ” 

“We  will  be  on  board  at  nine  o’clock,”  replied, 
no  less  simply,  Mr.  Fogg. 

It  was  half-past  eight.  To  disembark  from  the 
“ Henrietta,”  jump  into  a hack,  hurry  to  the  St. 
Nicholas,  and  return  with  Aouda,  Passepartout,  and 


274  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


even  the  inseparable  Fix,  was  the  work  of  a brief  time, 
and  was  performed  by  Mr.  Fogg  with  the  coolness 
which  never  abandoned  him.  They  were  on  board 
when  the  “ Henrietta  ” made  ready  to  weigh  anchor. 

When  Passepartout  heard  what  this  last  voyage  wa/> 
going  to  cost,  he  uttered  a prolonged  “ Oh ! ” which 
extended  throughout  his  vocal  gamut. 

As  for  Fix,  he  said  to  himself  that  the  Bank  of 
England  would  certainly  not  come  out  of  this  affair 
well  indemnified.  When  they  reached  England,  even 
if  Mr.  Fogg  did  not  throw  some  handfuls  of  bank- 
bills  into  the  sea,  more  than  seven  thousand  pounds 
would  have  been  spent. 


CHAPTER  XXXIII 


IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  SHOWS  HIMSELF  EQUAL  TO 
THE  OCCASION 

An  hour  after  the  “ Henrietta  ” passed  the  lighthouse 
which  marks  the  entrance  of  the  Hudson,  turned  the 
point  of  Sandy  Hook,  and  put  to  sea.  During  the  day 
she  skirted  Long  Island,  passed  Fire  Island,  and 
directed  her  course  rapidly  eastward. 

At  noon  the  next  day,  a man  mounted  the  bridge  to 
ascertain  the  vessel's  position.  It  might  be  thought 
that  this  was  Captain  Speedy.  Not  the  least  in  the 
world.  It  was  Phileas  Fogg,  Esquire.  As  for  Cap- 
tain Speedy,  he  was  shut  up  in  his  cabin  under  lock 
and  key,  and  was  uttering  loud  cries,  which  signified 
an  anger  at  once  pardonable  and  excessive. 

What  had  happened  was  very  simple.  Phileas  Fogg 
wished  to  go  to  Liverpool,  but  the  captain  would  not 
carry  him  there.  Then  Phileas  Fogg  had  taken  pas- 
sage for  Bordeaux,  and,  during  the  thirty  hours  he  had 
been  on  board,  had  so  shrewdly  managed  with  his 
bank-notes  that  the  sailors  and  stokers,  who  were  only 
an  occasional  crew,  and  were  not  on  the  best  terms 
with  the  captain,  went  over  to  him  in  a body.  This 


276  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


was  why  Phileas  Fogg  was  in  command  instead  of 
Captain  Speedy;  why  the  captain  was  a prisoner  in 
his  cabin ; and  why,  in  short,  the  “ Henrietta  ” was 
directing  her  course  towards  Liverpool.  It  was  very 
clear,  to  see  Mr.  Fogg  manage  the  craft,  that  he  had 
been  a sailor. 

Flow  the  adventure  ended  will  be  seen  anon.  Aouda 
was  anxious,  though  she  said  nothing.  As  for  Passe- 
partout, he  thought  Mr.  Fogg’s  manoeuvre  simply 
glorious.  The  captain  had  said  “ between  eleven  and 
twelve  knots,”  and  the  “ Henrietta  ” confirmed  his 
prediction. 

If,  then — for  there  were  “ ifs  ” still — the  sea  did  not 
become  boisterous,  if  the  wind  did  not  veer  round 
to  the  east,  if  no  accident  happened  to  the  boat  or  its 
machinery,  the  “ Henrietta  ” might  cross  the  three 
thousand  miles  from  New  York  to  Liverpool  in  the 
nine  days,  between  the  12th  and  the  2.1st  of  December. 
It  is  true  that,  once  arrived,  the  affair  on  board  the 
“ Henrietta/’  added  to  that  of  the  Bank  of  England, 
might  create  more  difficulties  for  Mr.  Fogg  than  he 
imagined  or  could  desire. 

During  the  first  days,  they  went  along  smoothly 
enough.  The  sea  was  not  very  unpropitious,  the  wind 
seemed  stationary  in  the  north-east,  the  sails  were 
hoisted,  and  the  “ Plenrietta  ” ploughed  across  the 
waves  like  a real  transatlantic  steamer. 

Passepartout  was  delighted.  His  master’s  last  ex- 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  277 


ploit,  the  consequences  of  which  he  ignored,  enchanted 
him.  Never  had  the  crew  seen  so  jolly  and  dexterous 
a fellow.  He  formed  warm  friendships  with  the  sail- 
ors, and  amazed  them  with  his  acrobatic  feats.  He 
thought  they  managed  the  vessel  like  gentlemen,  and 
that  the  stokers  fired  up  like  heroes.  His  loquacious 
good-humour  infected  every  one.  He  had  forgotten 
the  past,  its  vexations  and  delays.  He  only  thought  of 
the  end,  so  nearly  accomplished ; and  sometimes  he 
boiled  over  with  impatience,  as  if  heated  by  the  fur- 
naces of  the  “ Henrietta/'  Often,  also,  the  worthy 
fellow  revolved  around  Fix,  looking  at  him  with  a 
keen,  distrustful  eye ; but  he  did  not  speak  to  him,  for 
their  old  intimacy  no  longer  existed. 

Fix,  it  must  be  confessed,  understood  nothing  of 
what  was  going  on.  The  conquest  of  the  “ Henri- 
etta," the  bribery  of  the  crew,  Fogg  managing  the  boat 
like  a skilled  seaman,  amazed  and  confused  him.  He 
did  not  know  what  to  think.  For,  after  all,  a man  who 
began  by  stealing  fifty-five  thousand  pounds  might  end 
by  stealing  a vessel ; and  Fix  was  not  unnaturally 
inclined  to  conclude  that  the  “ Henrietta,"  under 
Fogg's  command,  was  not  going  to  Liverpool  at  all, 
but  to  some  part  of  the  world  where  the  robber,  turned 
into  a pirate,  would  quietly  put  himself  in  safety. 
The  conjecture  was  at  least  a plausible  one,  and  the 
detective  began  to  seriously  regret  that  he  had  em- 
barked in  the  affair. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


As  for  Captain  Speedy,  he  continued  to  howl  and 
growl  in  his  cabin;  and  Passepartout,  whose  duty  it 
was  to  carry  him  his  meals,  courageous  as  he  was, 
took  the  greatest  precautions.  Mr.  Fogg  did  not 
seem  even  to  know  that  there  was  a captain  on 
board. 

On  the  13th  they  passed  the  edge  of  the  Banks  of 
Newfoundland,  a dangerous  locality;  during  the  win- 
ter, especially,  there  are  frequent  fogs  and  heavy 
gales  of  wind.  Ever  since  the  evening  before  the 
barometer,  suddenly  falling,  had  indicated  an  ap- 
proaching change  in  the  atmosphere ; and  during  the 
night  the  temperature  varied,  the  cold  became  sharper, 
and  the  wind  veered  to  the  south-east. 

This  was  a misfortune.  Mr.  Fogg,  in  order  not  to 
deviate  from  his  course,  furled  his  sails  and  increased 
the  force  of  the  steam ; but  the  vessel’s  speed  slack- 
ened, owing  to  the  state  of  the  sea,  the  long  waves  of 
which  broke  against  the  stern.  She  pitched  violently, 
and  this  retarded  her  progress.  The  breeze  little  by 
little  swelled  into  a tempest,  and  it  was  to  be  feared 
that  the  “ Henrietta  ” might  not  be  able  to  maintain 
herself  upright  on  the  waves. 

Passepartout’s  visage  darkened  with  the  skies,  and 
for  two  days  the  poor  fellow  experienced  constant 
fright.  But  Phileas  Fogg  was  a bold  mariner,  and 
knew  how  to  maintain  headway  against  the  sea ; and 
he  kept  on  his  course,  without  even  decreasing  his 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  279- 


steam.  The  “ Henrietta/’  when  she  could  not  rise 
upon  the  waves,  crossed  them,  swamping  her  deck, 
but  passing  safely.  Sometimes  the  screw  rose  out  of 
the  water,  beating  its  protruding  end,  when  a moun- 
tain of  water  raised  the  stern  above  the  waves;  but 
the  craft  always  kept  straight  ahead. 

The  wind,  however,  did  not  grow  as  boisterous  as 
might  have  been  feared;  it  was  not  one  of  those 
tempests  which  burst,  and  rush  on  with  a speed  of 
ninety  miles  an  hour.  It  continued  fresh,  but,  unhap- 
pily, it  remained  obstinately  in  the  south-east,  ren- 
dering the  sails  useless. 

The  16th  of  December  was  the  seventy-fifth  day 
since  Phileas  Fogg’s  departure  from  London,  and  the 
“ Henrietta  ” had  not  yet  been  seriously  delayed.  Half 
of  the  voyage  was  almost  accomplished,  and  the  worst 
localities  had  been  passed.  In  summer,  success  would 
have  been  well-nigh  certain.  In  winter,  they  were 
at  the  mercy  of  the  bad  season.  Passepartout  said 
nothing;  but  he  cherished  hope  in  secret,  and  com- 
forted himself  with  the  reflection  that,  if  the  wind 
failed  them,  they  might  still  count  on  the  steam. 

On  this  day  the  engineer  came  on  deck,  went  up 
to  Mr.  Fogg,  and  began  to  speak  earnestly  with 
him. 

Without  knowing  why — it  was  presentiment,  perhaps 
— Passepartout  became  vaguely  uneasy.  He  would 
have  given  one  of  his  ears  to  hear  with  the  other 


*Rn  A POUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


what  the  engineer  was  saying.  He  finally  managed  to 
catch  a few  words,  and  was  sure  he  heard  his  master 
say,  “ You  are  certain  of  what  you  tell  me?  ” 

“ Certain,  sir,”  replied  the  engineer.  “ You  must 
remember  that,  since  we  started,  we  have  kept  up 
hot  fires  in  all  our  furnaces,  and  though  we  had  coal 
enough  to  go  on  short  steam  from  New  York  to 
Bordeaux,  we  haven't  enough  to  go  with  all  steam 
from  New  York  to  Liverpool.” 

“ I will  consider,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

Passepartout  understood  it  all;  he  was  seized  with 
mortal  anxiety.  The  coal  was  giving  out ! “ Ah,  if 

my  master  can  get  over  that,”  muttered  he,  “ he'll 
be  a famous  man ! ” He  could  not  help  imparting 
to  Fix  what  he  had  overheard. 

“ Then  you  believe  that  we  really  are  going  to 
Liverpool  ? ” 

“ Of  course.” 

6 Ass ! ” replied  the  detective,  shrugging  his  shoul- 
ders and  turning  on  his  heel. 

Passepartout  was  on  the  point  of  vigorously  resent- 
ing the  epithet,  the  reason  of  which  he  could  not  for 
the  life  of  him  comprehend ; but  he  reflected  that  the 
unfortunate  Fix  was  probably  very  much  disappointed 
and  humiliated  in  his  self-esteem,  after  having  so 
awkwardly  followed  a false  scent  around  the  world, 
and  refrained. 

And  now  what  course  would  Phileas  Fogg  adopt? 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  281 


It  was  difficult  to  imagine.  Nevertheless  he  seemed 
to  have  decided  upon  one,  for  that  evening  he  sent 
for  the  engineer,  and  said  to  him,  “ Feed  all  the  fires 
until  the  coal  is  exhausted/’ 

A few  moments  after,  the  funnel  of  the  “ Henri- 
etta ” vomited  forth  torrents  of  smoke.  The  vessel 
continued  to  proceed  with  all  steam  on ; but  on  the 
18th,  the  engineer,  as  he  had  predicted,  announced 
that  the  coal  would  give  out  in  the  course  of  the  day. 

“ Do  not  let  the  fires  go  down,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 
“ Keep  them  up  to  the  last.  Let  the  valves  be  filled.” 
Towards  noon  Phileas  Fogg,  having  ascertained 
their  position,  called  Passepartout,  and  ordered  him 
to  go  for  Captain  Speedy.  It  was  as  if  the  honest 
fellow  had  been  commanded  to  unchain  a tiger.  He 
went  to  the  poop,  saying  to  himself,  “ He  will  be  like 
a madman ! ” 

In  a few  moments,  with  cries  and  oaths,  a bomb 
appeared  on  the  poop-deck.  The  bomb  was  Captain 
Speedy.  It  was  clear  that  he  was  on  the  point  of 
bursting.  “ Where  are  we  ? ” were  the  first  words 
his  anger  permitted  him  to  utter.  Had  the  poor  man 
been  apoplectic,  he  could  never  have  recovered  from 
his  paroxysm  of  wrath. 

“ Where  are  we  ? ” he  repeated,  with  purple  face. 

“ Seven  hundred  and  seventy  miles  from  Liver- 
pool,” replied  Mr.  Fogg,  with  imperturbable  calmness, 
“ Pirate ! ” cried  Captain  Speedy. 


282  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ I have  sent  for  you,  sir — ” 

“ Pickaroon ! ” 

“Sir,”  continued  Mr.  Fogg,  “ to  ask  you  to  sell  me 
your  vessel.” 

“ No ! By  all  the  devils,  no ! ” 

“ But  I shall  be  obliged  to  bum  her.” 

“ Burn  the  * Henrietta  ’ ! ” 

“Yes;  at  least  the  upper  part  of  her.  The  coal  has 
given  out.” 

“ Burn  my  vessel ! ” cried  Captain  Speedy,  who 
could  scarcely  pronounce  the  words.  “ A vessel  worth 
fifty  thousand  dollars ! ” 

“ Here  are  sixty  thousand,”  replied  Phileas  Fogg, 
handing  the  captain  a roll  of  bank  bills.  This  had  a 
prodigious  effect  on  Andrew  Speedy.  An  American 
can  scarcely  remain  unmoved  at  the  sight  of  sixty 
thousand  dollars.  The  captain  forgot  in  an  instant 
his  anger,  his  imprisonment,  and  all  his  grudges 
against  his  passenger.  The  “ Henrietta  ” was  twenty 
years  old;  it  was  a great  bargain.  The  bomb  would 
not  go  off  after  all.  Mr.  Fogg  had  taken  away  the 
match. 

“ And  I shall  still  have  the  iron  hull,”  said  the 
captain  in  a softer  tone. 

“ The  iron  hull  and  the  engine.  Is  it  agreed  ? ” 

“ Agreed.” 

And  Andrew  Speedy,  seizing  the  bank-notes, 
counted  them,  and  consigned  them  to  his  pocket. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  283 


During  this  colloquy,  Passepartout  was  as  white  as 
a sheet,  and  Fix  seemed  on  the  point  of  having  an 
apoplectic  fit.  Nearly  twenty  thousand  pounds  had 
been  expended,  and  Fogg  left  the  hull  and  engine 
to  the  captain,  that  is,  near  the  whole  value  of  the 
craft!  It  was  true,  however,  that  fifty-five  thousand 
pounds  had  been  stolen  from  the  bank. 

When  Andrew  Speedy  had  pocketed  the  money, 
Mr.  Fogg  said  to  him,  “ Don't  let  this  astonish  you, 
sir.  You  must  know  that  I shall  lose  twenty  thousand 
pounds,  unless  I arrive  in  London  by  a quarter  before 
nine  on  the  evening  of  the  21st  of  December.  I missed 
the  steamer  at  New  York,  and  as  you  refused  to  take 
me  to  Liverpool — ” 

“ And  I did  well ! ” cried  Andrew  Speedy ; for  I 
have  gained  at  least  forty  thousand  dollars  by  it ! ” 
He  added,  more  sedately,  “ Do  you  know  one  thing. 
Captain — ” 

“ Fogg.” 

" Captain  Fogg,  you've  got  something  of  the  Yankee 
about  you.” 

And,  having  paid  his  passenger  what  he  considered 
a high  compliment,  he  was  going  away,  when  Mr. 
Fogg  said,  “ The  vessel  now  belongs  to  me?  ” 

“ Certainly,  from  the  keel  to  the  truck  of  the 
masts, — all  the  wood,  that  is.” 

“ Very  well.  Have  the  interior  seats,  bunks  am' 
frames  pulled  down,  and  burn  them.” 


284  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


It  was  neccessary  to  have  dry  wood  to  keep  the 
steam  up  to  the  adequate  pressure,  and  on  that  day 
the  poop,  cabins,  bunks,  and  the  spare  deck  were 
sacrificed.  On  the  next  day,  the  19th  of  December, 
the  masts,  rafts,  and  spars  were  burned;  the  crew 
worked  lustily,  keeping  up  the  fires.  Passepartout 
hewed,  cut  and  sawed  away  with  all  his  might.  There 
was  a perfect  rage  for  demolition. 

The  railings,  fittings,  the  greater  part  of  the  deck, 
and  top  sides  disappeared  on  the  20th,  and  the  “ Hen- 
rietta ” was  now  only  a fiat  hulk.  But  on  that  day 
they  sighted  the  Irish  coast  and  Fastnet  Light.  By 
ten  in  the  evening  they  were  passing  Queenstown. 
Phileas  Fogg  had  only  twenty-four  hours  more  in 
which  to  get  to  London;  that  length  of  time  was 
necessary  to  reach  Liverpool,  with  all  steam  on.  And 
the  steam  was  about  to  give  out  altogether ! 

“ Sir,”  said  Captain  Speedy,  who  was  now  deeply 
interested  in  Mr.  Fogg’s  project,  “ I really  commiser- 
ate you.  Everything  is  against  you.  We  are  only 
opposite  Queenstown.” 

“ Ah,”  said  Mr.  Fogg,  “ is  that  place  where  we  see 
the  lights  Queenstown?” 

“ Yes.” 

“ Can  we  enter  the  harbour?  ” 

“ Not  under  three  hours.  Only  at  high  tide.” 

“ Stay,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg  calmly,  without  betray- 
ing in  his  features  that  by  a supreme  inspiration  he 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  285 


was  about  to  attempt  once  more  to  conquer  ill- 
fortune. 

Queenstown  is  the  Irish  port  at  which  the  trans- 
atlantic steamers  stop  to  put  off  the  mails.  These 
mails  are  carried  to  Dublin  by  express  trains  always 
held  in  readiness  to  start ; from  Dublin  they  are  sent 
on  to  Liverpool  by  the  most  rapid  boats,  and  thus 
gain  twelve  hours  on  the  Atlantic  steamers. 

Phileas  Fogg  counted  on  gaining  twelve  hours  in 
the  same  way.  Instead  of  arriving  at  Liverpool  the 
next  evening  by  the  “ Henrietta,”  he  would  be  there 
by  noon,  and  would  therefore  have  time  to  reach  Lon- 
don before  a quarter  before  nine  in  the  evening. 

The  “ Henrietta  ” entered  Queenstown  harbour  at 
one  o’clock  in  the  morning,  it  then  being  high  tide; 
and  Phileas  Fogg,  after  being  grasped  heartily  by  the 
hand  by  Captain  Speedy,  left  that  gentleman  on  the 
leveled  hulk  of  his  craft,  which  was  still  worth  fialf 
what  he  had  sold  it  for. 

The  party  went  on 'shore  at  once.  Fix  was  greatly 
tempted  to  arrest  Mr.  Fogg  on  the  spot;  but  he  did 
not.  Why  ? What  struggle  was  going  on  within 
him  ? Had  he  changed  his  mind  about  “ his  man  ? ” 
Did  he  understand  that  he  had  made  a grave  mistake? 
He  did  not,  however,  abandon  Mr.  Fogg.  They  all 
got  upon  the  train,  which  was  just  ready  to  start,  at 
half-past  one;  at  dawn  of  day  they  were  in  Dublin; 
and  they  lost  no  time  in  embarking  on  a steamer 


.286  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


which,  disdaining  to  rise  upon  the  waves,  invariably 
cut.  through  them. 

Phileas  Fogg  at  last  disembarked  on  the  Liverpool 
quay,  at  twenty  minutes  before  twelve,  December  21st. 
He  was  only  six  hours  distant  from  London. 

But  at  this  moment  Fix  came  up,  put  his  hand  upon 
Mr.  Fogg's  shoulder,  and,  showing  his  warrant,  said, 
“You  are  really  Phileas  Fogg?" 

“ I am." 

“ I arrest  you  in  the  Queen's  name ! ” 


CHAPTER  XXXIV 


IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  AT  LAST  REACHES  LONDON 

Phileas  Fogg  was  in  prison.  He  had  been  shut  up  in 
the  Custom  House,  and  he  was  to  be  transferred  to 
London  the  next  day. 

Passepartout,  when  he  saw  his  master  arrested, 
would  have  fallen  upon  Fix,  had  he  not  been  held  back 
by  some  policemen.  Aouda  was  thunderstruck  at 
the  suddenness  of  an  event  which  she  could  not  under- 
stand. Passepartout  explained  to  her  how  it  was  that 
the  honest  and  courageous  Fogg  was  arrested  as  a 
robber.  The  young  woman’s  heart  revolted  against 
so  heinous  a charge,  and  when  she  saw  that  she  could 
attempt  or  do  nothing  to  save  her  protector,  wept 
bitterly. 

As  for  Fix,  he  had  arrested  Mr.  Fogg  because  it 
was  his  duty,  whether  Mr.  Fogg  were  guilty  or  not. 

The  thought  then  struck  Passepartout,  that  he  was 
the  cause  of  this  new  misfortune!  Had  he  not  con- 
cealed Fix’s  errand  from  his  master?  When  Fix  re- 
vealed his  true  character  and  purpose,  why  had  he  not 
told  Mr.  Fogg?  If  the  latter  had  been  warned,  he 
would  Z&  doubt  have  given  Fix  proof  of  his  innocence. 


*88  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


and  satisfied  him  of  his  mistake;  at  least,  Fix  would 
not  have  continued  his  journey  at  the  expense  and  on 
the  heels  of  his  master,  only  to  arrest  him  the  moment 
he  set  foot  on  English  soil.  Passepartout  wept  till  he 
was  blind,  and  felt  like  blowing  his  brains  out. 

Aouda  and  he  had  remained,  despite  the  cold,  under 
the  portico  of  the  Custom  House.  Neither  wished 
to  leave  the  place ; both  were  anxious  to  see  Mr.  Fogg 
again. 

That  gentleman  was  really  ruined,  and  that  at  the 
moment  when  he  was  about  to  attain  his  end.  This 
arrest  was  fatal.  Having  arrived  at  Liverpool  at 
twenty  minutes  before  twelve  on  the  21st  of  December, 
he  had  till  a quarter  before  nine  that  evening  to  reach 
the  Reform  Club,  that  is,  nine  hours  and  a quarter; 
the  journey  from  Liverpool  to  London  was  six  hours. 

If  any  one,  at  this  moment,  had  entered  the  Custom 
House,  he  would  have  found  Mr.  Fogg  seated,  motion- 
less, calm,  and  without  apparent  anger,  upon  a wooden 
bench.  He  was  not,  it  is  true,  resigned;  but  this  last 
blow  failed  to  force  him  into  an  outward  betrayal  of 
any  emotion.  Was  he  being  devoured  by  one  of  those 
secret  rages,  all  the  more  terrible  because  contained, 
and  which  only  burst  forth,  with  an  irresistible  force, 
at  the  last  moment?  No  one  could  tell.  There  he 
sat,  calmly  waiting — for  what?  Did  he  still  cherish 
hope?  Did  he  still  believe,  now  that  the  door  of  this 
prison  was  closed  upon  him,  that  he  would  succeed? 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  2S9 


However  that  may  have  been,  Mr.  Fogg  carefully 
put  his  watch  upon  the  table,  and  observed  its  ad- 
vancing hands.  Not  a word  escaped  his  lips,  but  his 
look  was  singularly  set  and  stern.  The  situation,  in 
any  event,  was  a terrible  one,  and  might  be  thus 
stated:  If  Phileas  Fogg  was  honest,  he  was  ruined. 
If  he  was  a knave,  he  was  caught. 

Did  escape  occur  to  him  ? Did  he  examine  to 
see  if  there  were  any  practicable  outlets  from  his 
prison  ? 

Did  he  think  of  escaping  from  it  ? Possibly ; for  once 
he  walked  slowly  around  the  room.  But  the  door  was 
locked,  and  the  v/indow  heavily  barred  with  iron  rods. 
Pie  sat  down  again,  and  drew  his  journal  from  his 
pocket.  On  the  line  where  these  words  were  written, 
“ December  21st,  Saturday,  Liverpool,”  he  added, 
“ 80th  day,  11:40  a.  m.,”  and  waited. 

The  Custom  House  clock  struck  one.  Mr.  Fogg 
observed  that  his  watch  was  two  hours  too  fast. 

Two  Hours!  Admitting  that  he  was  at  this  moment 
taking  an  express  train,  he  could  reach  London  and 
the  Reform  Club  by  a quarter  before  nine,  p.  M.  His 
forehead  slightly  wrinkled. 

At  thirty-three  minutes  past  two  he  heard  a singular 
noise  outside,  then  a hasty  opening  of  doors,  rasst- 
partout’s  voice  was  audible,  and  immediately 
that  of  Fix.  Phileas  Fogg’s  eyes  brightened  ior  a**, 
instant 


290  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


The  door  swung  open,  and  he  saw  Passepartout, 
Aouda,  and  Fix,  who  hurried  towards  him. 

Fix  was  out  of  breath,  and  his  hair  was  in  disorder. 
He  could  not  speak.  “ Sir,”  he  stammered,  “ sir — for- 
give me — a most — unfortunate  resemblance — robber 
arrested  three  days  ago — you — are  free ! ” 

Phileas  Fogg  was  free!  He  walked  to  the  detec- 
tive, looked  him  steadily  in  the  face,  and  with  the  only 
rapid  motion  he  had  ever  made  in  his  life,  or  which  he 
ever  would  make,  drew  back  his  arms,  and  with  the 
precision  of  a machine,  knocked  Fix  down. 

“ Well  hit ! ” cried  Passepartout.  “ Parbleu ! that’s 
what  you  might  call  a good  application  of  English 
fists!” 

Fix,  who  found  himself  on  the  floor,  did  not  utter 
a word.  He  had  only  received  his  deserts.  Mr.  Fogg, 
Aouda,  and  Passepartout  left  the  Custom  House  with- 
out delay,  got  into  a cab,  and  in  a few  moments  de- 
scended at  the  station. 

Phileas  Fogg  asked  if  there  was  an  express  train 
about  to  leave  for  London.  It  was  forty  minutes 
past  two.  The  express  train  had  left  thirty-five 
minutes  before. 

Phileas  Fogg  then  ordered  a special  train. 

There  were  several  rapid  locomotives  on  hand ; but 
the  railway  arrangements  did  not  permit  the  special 
train  to  leave  until  three  o’clock. 

At  that  hour  Phileas  Fogg,  having  stimulated  the 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  zgt 


engineer  by  the  offer  of  a generous  reward,  at  last  set 
out  towards  London  with  Aouda  and  his  faithful 
servant. 

It  was  necessary  to  make  the  journey  in  five  hours 
and  a half ; and  this  would  have  been  easy  on  a clear 
road  throughout.  But  there  were  forced  delays,  and 
when  Mr.  Fogg  stepped  from  the  train  at  the  terminus, 
all  the  clocks  in  London  were  striking  ten  minutes 
before  nine.1 

Having  made  the  tour  of  the  world,  he  was  behind- 
hand five  minutes.  He  had  lost  the  wager ! 

1 A somewhat  remarkable  eccentricity  on  the  part  of  the 
London  clocks  1 — Translator. 


CHAPTER  XXXV 


IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG  DOES  NOT  HAVE  TO  REPEAT 
HIS  ORDERS  TO  PASSEPARTOUT  TWICE 

The  dwellers  in  Saville  Row  would  have  been  sur- 
prised, the  next  day,  if  they  had  been  told  that  Phileas 
Fogg  had  returned  home.  His  doors  and  windows 
were  still  closed ; no  appearance  of  change  was 
visible. 

After  leaving  the  station,  Mr.  Fogg  gave  Passe- 
partout instructions  to  purchase  some  provisions,  and 
quietly  went  to  his  domicile. 

He  bore  his  misfortune  with  his  habitual  tranquil- 
lity. Ruined!  And  by  the  blundering  of  the  detec- 
tive ! After  having  steadily  traversed  that  long 
journey,  overcome  a hundred  obstacles,  braved  many 
dangers,  and  still  found  time  to  do  some  good  on  his 
way,  to  fail  near  the  goal  by  a sudden  event  which  he 
could  not  have  foreseen,  and  against  which  he  was 
unarmed ; it  was  terrible  ! But  a few  pounds  were  left 
of  the  large  sum  he  had  carried  with  him.  There 
only  remained  of  his  fortune  the  twenty  thousand 
pounds  deposited  at  Baring’s,  and  this  amount  he 
owed  to  his  friends  of  the  Reform  Club.  So  great 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  293 


had  been  the  expense  of  his  tour  that,  even  had  he  won, 
it  would  not  have  enriched  him;  and  it  is  probable 
that  he  had  not  sought  to  enrich  himself,  being  a man 
who  rather  laid  wagers  for  honour’s  sake  than  for  the 
stake  proposed.  But  this  wager  totally  ruined  him. 

Mr.  Fogg’s  course,  however,  was  fully  decided  upon ; 
he  knew  what  remained  for  him  to  do. 

A room  in  the  house  in  Saville  Row  was  set  apart 
for  Aouda,  who  was  overwhelmed  with  grief  at  her 
protector’s  misfortune.  From  the  words  which  Mr. 
Fogg  dropped,  she  saw  that  he  was  meditating  some 
serious  project. 

Knowing  that  Englishmen  governed  by  a fixed  idea 
sometimes  resort  to  the  desperate  expedient  of  suicide, 
Passepartout  kept  a narrow  watch  upon  his  master, 
though  he  carefully  concealed  the  appearance  of  so 
doing. 

First  of  all,  the  worthy  fellow  had  gone  up  to  his 
room,  and  had  extinguished  the  gas-burner,  which  had 
been  burning  for  eighty  days.  He  had  found  in  the 
letter-box  a bill  from  the  gas  company,  and  he  thought 
it  more  than  time  to  put  a stop  to  this  expense,  which 
he  had  been  doomed  to  bear. 

The  night  passed.  Mr.  Fogg  went  to  bed,  but  did  he 
sleep?  Aouda  did  not  once  close  her  eyes.  Passepar- 
tout watched  all  night,  like  a faithful  dog,  at  his  mas- 
ter’s door. 

Mr.  Fogg  called  him  in  the  morning,  and  told  him 


294  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


to  get  Aouda’s  breakfast,  and  a cup  of  tea  and  a chop 
for  himself.  He  desired  Aouda  to  excuse  him  from 
breakfast  and  dinner,  as  his  time  would  be  absorbed 
all  day  in  putting  his  affairs  to  rights.  In  the  evening 
he  would  ask  permission  to  have  a few  moments’  con- 
versation with  the  young  lady. 

Passepartout,  having  received  his  orders,  had  noth- 
ing to  do  but  obey  them.  He  looked  at  his  imper- 
turbable master,  and  could  scarcely  bring  his  mind  to 
leave  him.  His  heart  was  full,  and  his  conscience  tor- 
tured by  remorse ; for  he  accused  himself  more  bitterly 
than  ever  of  being  the  cause  of  the  irretrievable  dis- 
aster. Yes!  if  he  had  warned  Mr.  Fogg,  and  had 
betrayed  Fix’s  projects  to  him,  his  master  would  cer- 
tainly not  have  given  the  detective  passage  to  Liverpool, 
and  then — 

Passepartout  could  hold  in  no  longer. 

“ My  master ! Mr.  Fogg!  ” he  cried,  “ why  do  you 
not  curse  me  ? It  was  my  fault  that — ” 

“ I blame  no  one,”  returned  Phileas  Fogg,  with  per- 
fect calmness.  “ Go ! ” 

Passepartout  left  the  room,  and  went  to  find  Aouda, 
to  whom  he  delivered  his  master’s  message. 

“ Madam,”  he  added,  “ I can  do  nothing  myself — 
nothing!  I have  no  influence  over  my  master;  but 
you,  perhaps — ” 

“ What  influence  could  I have  ? ” replied  Aouda. 
* Mr.  Fogg  is  influenced  by  no  one.  Has  he  ever 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  295 


understood  that  my  gratitude  to  him  is  overflowing? 
Has  he  ever  read  my  heart?  My  friend,  he  must  not 
be  left  alone  an  instant!  You  say  he  is  going  to  speak 
with  me  this  evening?” 

“ Yes,  madam;  probably  to  arrange  for  your  pro- 
tection and  comfort  in  England.” 

“ We  shall  see,”  replied  Aouda,  becoming  suddenly 
pensive. 

Throughout  this  day  (Sunday)  the  house  in  Saville 
Row  was  as  if  uninhabited,  and  Phileas  Fogg,  for  the 
first  time  since  he  had  lived  in  that  house,  did  not  set 
out  for  his  club  when  Westminster  clock  struck  half- 
past eleven. 

Why  should  he  present  himself  at  the  Reform?  His 
friends  no  longer  expected  him  there.  As  Phileas 
Fogg  had  not  appeared  in  the  saloon  on  the  evening 
before  (Saturday,  the  21st  of  December,  at  a quarter 
before  nine),  he  had  lost  his  wager.  It  was  not  even 
necessary  that  he  should  go  to  his  bankers  for  the 
twenty  thousand  pounds;  for  his  antagonists  already 
had  his  check  in  their  hands,  and  they  had  only  to  fill 
it  out  and  send  it  to  the  Barings  to  have  the  amount 
transferred  to  their  credit. 

Mr.  Fogg,  therefore,  had  no  reason  for  going  out, 
and  so  he  remained  at  home.  He  shut  himself  up  in 
his  room,  and  busied  himself  putting  his  affairs  in 
order.  Passepartout  continually  ascended  and  de- 
scended the  stairs.  The  hours  were  long  for  him.  He 


2p6  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


listened  at  his  master’s  door,  and  looked  through  the 
keyhole,  as  if  he  had  a perfect  right  so  to  do,  and  as 
if  he  feared  that  something  terrible  might  happen 
at  any  moment.  Sometimes  he  thought  of  Fix,  but 
no  longer  in  anger.  Fix,  like  all  the  world,  had  been 
mistaken  in  Phileas  Fogg,  and  had  only  done  his  duty 
in  tracking  and  arresting  him;  while  he,  Passepar- 
tout— This  thought  haunted  him,  and  he  never  ceased 
cursing  his  miserable  folly. 

Finding  himself  too  wretched  to  remain  alone,  he 
knocked  at  Aouda’s  door,  went  into  her  room,  seated 
himself,  without  speaking,  in  a corner,  and  looked 
ruefully  at  the  young  woman.  Aouda  was  still 
pensive. 

About  half-past  seven  in  the  evening  Mr.  Fogg  sent 
to  know  if  Aouda  would  receive  him,  and  in  a few 
moments  he  found  himself  alone  with  her. 

Phileas  Fogg  took  a chak,  and  sat  down  near  the 
fireplace,  opposite  Aouda.  No  emotion  was  visible  on 
his  face.  Fo£*p*  returned  was  exactly  the  Fogg  who 
had  £T>ne  awav;  there  was  the  same  calm,  the  same 
impassibility. 

He  sat  several  minutes  without  speaking;  then, 
bencune  his  ev^  on  Aouda,  “ Madam.”  said  he,  “ wall 

you  pardon  fo*-  bHnxrjnxr  vm*  England?  99 

" 1.  Mr.  Po^o- > ” rppiiocj  Aouda.  cneckmg  die  pulsa- 
tions of  her  heart. 

“ Please  let  me  finish,”  returned  Mr.  Fogg.  *"  Wrfien 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  297 


I decided  to  bring  you  far  away  from  the  country 
.which  was  so  unsafe  for  you,  I was  rich,  and  counted 
on  putting  a portion  of  my  fortune  at  your  disposal; 
then  your  existence  would  have  been  free  and  happy. 
But  now  I am  ruined/’ 

“ I know  it,  Mr.  Fogg,”  replied  Aouda;  “ and  I ask 
you  in  my  turn,  will  you  forgive  me  for  having  fol- 
lowed you,  and — who  knows? — for  having,  perhaps, 
delayed  you,  and  thus  contributed  to  your  ruin  ? ” 

“ Madam,  you  could  not  remain  in  India,  and  your 
safety  could  only  be  assured  by  bringing  you  to 
such  a distance  that  your  persecutors  could  not  take 
you.” 

“ So,  Mr.  Fogg,”  resumed  Aouda,  “ not  content 
with  rescuing  me  from  a terrible  death,  you  thought 
yourself  bound  to  secure  my  comfort  in  a foreign 
land?” 

“ Yes,  madam;  but  circumstances  have  been  against 
me.  Still,  I beg  to  place  the  little  I have  left  at  your 
service.” 

“ But  what  will  become  of  you,  Mr.  Fogg?  ” 

“ As  for  me,  madam,”  replied  the  gentleman,  coldly 
“ I have  need  of  nothing.” 

“ But  how  do  you  look  upon  the  fate,  sir,  which 
awaits  you  ? ” 

“ As  I am  in  the  habit  of  doing.” 

“ At  least,”  said  Aouda,  “ want  should  not  overtake 
a man  like  you.  Your  friends — ” 


2qB  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ I have  no  friends,  madam.” 

&iYonr  relatives — ” 

**  I have  no  longer  any  relatives.55 
“I  pity  you,  then,  Mr.  Fogg,  for  solitude  is  a sad 
thing,  with  no  heart  to  which  to  confide  your  griefs. 
They  say,  though,  that  misery  itself,  shared  by  two 
sympathetic  souls  may  be  borne  with  patience.55 
“ They  say  so,  madam.55 

“ Mr.  Fogg,55  said  Aouda,  rising,  and  seizing  his 
hand,  “ do  you  wish  at  once  a kinswoman  and  friend? 
Will  you  have  me  for  your  wife?  55 

Mr.  Fogg,  at  this,  rose  in  his  turn.  There  was  an 
unwonted  light  in  his  eyes,  and  a slight  trembling  of 
his  lips.  Aouda  looked  into  his  face.  The  sincerity, 
rectitude,  firmness,  and  sweetness  of  this  soft  glance 
of  a noble  woman,  who  could  dare  all  to  save  him  to 
whom  she  owed  all,  at  first  astonished,  then  penetrated 
him.  He  shut  his  eyes  for  an  instant,  as  if  to  avoid  her 
look.  When  he  opened  them  again,  “ I love  you ! 55  he 
said,  simply.  “ Yes,  by  all  that  is  holiest,  I love  you, 
and  I am  entirely  yours ! 55 

“ Ah ! 55  cried  Aouda,  pressing  his  hand  to  her 
heart 

Passepartout  was  summoned  and  appeared  immedi-  ( 
ately.  Mr.  Fogg  still  held  Aouda’s  hand  in  his  own ; 
Passepartout  understood,  and  his  big,  round  face  be- 
came as  radiant  as  the  tropical  sun  at  its  zenith. 

Mr.  Fogg  asked  him  if  it  was  not  too  late  to  notify; 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  299 


the  Reverend  Samuel  Wilson,  of  Marylebone  Parish, 
that  evening. 

Passepartout  smiled  his  most  genial  smile,  and  said, 
“ Never  too  late.” 

It  was  five  minutes  past  eight. 

“ Will  it  be  for  to-morrow,  Monday?  ” 

“ For  to-morrow,  Monday,”  said  Mr.  Fogg,  turning 
to  Aouda. 

“Yes;  for  to-morrow,  Monday,”  she  replied. 
Passepartout  hurried  off  as  fast  as  his  legs  could 

carry  him. 


CHAPTER  XXXVI 


IN  WHICH  PHILEAS  FOGG’S  NAME  IS  ONCE  MORE  AT  A 
PREMIUM  ON  "CHANGE 

It  is  time  to  relate  what  a change  took  place  in  English 
public  opinion,  when  it  transpired  that  the  real  bank- 
robber,  a certain  James  Strand,  had  been  arrested,  on 
the  17th  of  December,  at  Edinburgh.  Three  days  be- 
fore, Phileas  Fogg  had  been  a criminal,  who  was  being 
desperately  followed  up  by  the  police;  now  he  was 
an  honourable  gentleman,  mathematically  pursuing  his 
eccentric  journey  round  the  world. 

The  papers  resumed  their  discussion  about  the 
wager ; all  those  who  had  laid  bets,  for  or  against  him, 
revived  their  interest,  as  if  by  magic ; the  “ Phileas 
Fogg  bonds  ” again  became  negotiable,  and  many  new 
wagers  were  made.  Phileas  Fogg’s  name  was  once 
more  at  a premium  on  ’Change. 

His  live  friends  of  the  Reform  Club  passed  these 
three  days  in  a state  of  feverish  suspense.  Would 
Phileas  Fogg,  whom  they  had  forgotten,  reappear  be- 
fore their  eyes?  Where  was  he  at  this  moment?  The 
17th  of  December,  the  day  of  James  Strand’s  arrest, 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  301 


was  the  seventy-sixth  since  Phileas  Fogg's  departure, 
and  no  news  of  him  had  been  received.  Was  he  dead? 
Had  he  abandoned  the  effort,  or  was  he  continuing 
his  journey  along  the  route  agreed  upon?  And  would 
he  appear  on  Saturday,  the  21st  of  December,  at  a 
quarter  before  nine  in  the  evening,  on  the  threshold 
of  the  Reform  Club  saloon? 

The  anxiety  in  which,  for  three  days,  London  so- 
ciety existed,  cannot  be  described.  Telegrams  were 
sent  to  America  and  Asia  for  news  of  Phileas  Fogg. 
Messengers  were  despatched  to  the  house  in  Saville 
Row  morning  and  evening.  No  news.  The  police 
were  ignorant  what  had  become  of  the  detective,  Fix, 
who  had  so  unfortunately  followed  up  a false 
scent. 

Bets  increased,  nevertheless,  in  number  and  value. 
Phileas  Fogg,  like  a racehorse,  was  drawing  near  his 
last  turning-point.  The  bonds  were  quoted,  no  longer 
at  a hundred  below  par,  but  at  twenty,  at  ten,  and  at 
five;  and  paralytic  old  Lord  Albermarle  bet  even  in 
his  favour. 

A great  crowd  was  collected  in  Pall  Mall  and  the 
neighbouring  streets  on  Saturday  evening;  it  seemed 
like  a multitude  of  brokers  permanently  established 
around  the  Reform  Club.  Circulation  was  impeded, 
and  everywhere  disputes,  discussions,  and  financial 
transactions  were  going  on.  The  police  had  great 
difficulty  in  keeping  back  the  crowd,  and  as  the  hour 


302  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


when  Phileas  Fogg  was  due  approached,  the  excite- 
ment rose  to  its  highest  pitch. 

The  five  antagonists  of  Phileas  Fogg  had  met  in  the 
great  saloon  of  the  club.  John  Sullivan  and  Samuel 
Fallentin,  the  bankers,  Andrew  Stuart,  the  engineer, 
Gauthier  Ralph,  the  director  of  the  Bank  of  England, 
and  Thomas  Flanagan,  the  brewer,  one  and  all  waited 
anxiously. 

When  the  clock  indicated  twenty  minutes  past  eight, 
Andrew  Stuart  got  up,  saying,  “ Gentlemen,  in  twenty 
minutes  the  time  agreed  upon  between  Mr.  Fogg  and 
ourselves  will  have  expired.” 

“ What  time  did  the  last  train  arrive  from  Liver- 
pool ? ” asked  Thomas  Flanagan. 

“ At  twenty-three  minutes  past  seven,”  replied 
Gauthier  Ralph ; “ and  the  next  does  not  arrive  till 
ten  minutes  after  twelve.” 

“ Well,  gentlemen,”  resumed1  Xndrew  Stuart,  “ if 
Phileas  Fogg  had  come  in  the  7.23  train,  he  would 
have  got  here  by  this  time.  We  can  therefore  regard 
the  bet  as  won.” 

“ Wait ; don’t  let  us  be  too  hasty,”  replied  Samuel 
Fallentin.  “ You  know  that  Mr.  Fogg  is  very  eccen- 
tric. His  punctuality  is  well  known ; he  never  arrives 
too  soon  or  too  late ; and  I should  not  be  surprised  if 
he  appeared  before  us  at  the  last  minute.” 

“ Why,”  said  Andrew  Stuart  nervously,  u if  I 
should  see  him,  I should  not  believe  it  was  he.” 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  303 


“ The  fact  is,”  resumed  Thomas  Flanagan,  “ Mr. 
Fogg’s  project  was  absurdly  foolish.  Whatever  his 
punctuality,  he  could  not  prevent  the  delays  which 
were  certain  to  occur;  and  a delay  of  only  two  or 
three  days  would  be  fatal  to  his  tour.” 

“ Observe,  too,”  added  John  Sullivan,  “ that  we 
have  received  no  intelligence  from  him,  though  there 
are  telegraphic  lines  all  along  his  route.” 

“ He  has  lost,  gentlemen,”  said  Andrew  Stuart, — 
“ he  has  a hundred  times  lost.  You  know,  besides, 
that  the  4 China  ’ — the  only  steamer  he  could  have 
taken  from  New  York  to  get  here  in  time — arrived 
yesterday.  I have  seen  a list  of  the  passengers,  and 
the  name  of  Phileas  Fogg  is  not  among  them.  Even 
if  we  admit  that  fortune  has  favoured  him,  he  can 
scarcely  have  reached  America.  I think  he  will  be  at 
least  twenty  days  behindhand,  and  that  Lord  Albe- 
marle will  lose  a cool  five  thousand.” 

“ It  is  clear,”  replied  Gauthier  Ralph ; “ and  wc 
have  nothing  to  do  but  to  present  Mr.  Fogg’s  check 
at  Baring’s  to-morrow.” 

At  this  moment,  the  hands  of  the  club  clock  pointed 
to  twenty  minutes  to  nine. 

“ Five  minutes  more,”  said  Andrew  Stuart 
The  five  gentlemen  looked  at  each  other.  The&P 
anxiety  was  becoming  intense;  but,  not  wishing  to 
betray  it,  they  readily  assented  to  Mr.  Fallentin?« 
proposal  of  a rubber. 


304  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


“ I wouldn’t  give  up  my  four  thousand  of  the  bet,” 
said  Andrew  Stuart,  as  he  took  his  seat,  “ for  three 
thousand  nine  hundred  and  ninety-nine.” 

The  clock  indicated  eighteen  minutes  to  nine. 

The  players  took  up  their  cards,  but  could  not  keep 
their  eyes  off  the  clock.  Certainly,  however  secure 
they  felt,  minutes  had  never  seemed  so  long  to 
them ! 

“ Seventeen  minutes  to  nine,”  said  Thomas  Flana- 
gan, as  he  cut  the  cards  which  Ralph  handed  to 
him. 

Then  there  was  a moment  of  silence.  The  great 
saloon  was  perfectly  quiet;  but  the  murmurs  of  the 
crowd  outside  were  heard,  with  now  and  then  a shrill 
cry.  The  pendulum  beat  the  seconds,  which  each 
player  eagerly  counted,  as  he  listened,  with  mathemat- 
ical regularity. 

“ Sixteen  minutes  to  nine ! ” said  John  Sullivan,  in 
a voice  which  betrayed  his  emotion. 

One  minute  more,  and  the  wager  would  be  won. 
Andrew  Stuart  and  his  partners  suspended  their  game. 
They  left  their  cards,  and  counted  the  seconds. 

At  the  fortieth  second,  nothing.  At  the  fiftieth,  still 
nothing. 

At  the  fifty-fifth,  a loud  cry  was  heard  in  the  street, 
followed  by  applause,  hurrahs,  and  some  fierce  growls. 

The  players  rose  from  their  seats. 

At  the  fifty-seventh  second  the  door  of  the  saloon 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  305 


opened;  and  the  pendulum  had  not  beat  the  sixtieth 
second  when  Phileas  Fogg  appeared,  followed  by  an 
excited  crowd  who  had  forced  their  way  through  the 
club  doors,  and  in  his  calm  voice,  said,  “ Here  I am, 
gentlemen ! >; 


CHAPTER  XXXVII 


S3f  WHICH  IT  IS  SHOWN  THAT  PHILEAS  FOGG  GAINED 
NOTHING  BY  HIS  TOUR  AROUND  THE  WORLD,  UNLESS 
IT  WERE  HAPPINESS 

Yes;  Phileas  Fogg  in  person. 

The  reader  will  remember  that  at  five  minutes  past 
eight  in  the  evening — about  five  and  twenty  hours 
after  the  arrival  of  the  travellers  in  London — Passe- 
partout had  been  sent  by  his  master  to  engage  the 
services  of  the  Reverend  Samuel  Wilson  in  a certain 
marriage  ceremony,  which  was  to  take  place  the  next 
day. 

Passepartout  went  on  his  errand  enchanted.  He 
soon  reached  the  clergyman’s  house,  but  found  him 
not  at  home.  Passepartout  waited  a good  twenty 
minutes,  and  when  he  left  the  reverend  gentleman,  it 
was  thirty-five  minutes  past  eight.  But  in  what  a 
state  he  was ! With  his  hair  in  disorder,  and  without 
his  hat,  he  ran  along  the  street  as  never  man  was  seen 
to  run  before,  overturning  passers-by,  rushing  over 
the  sidewalk  like  a waterspout. 

In  three  minutes  he  was  in  Saville  Row  again,  and 
staggered  breathlessly  into  Mr.  Fogg’s  room. 

He  could  not  speak. 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  s* 

“ What  is  the  matter?”  asked  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ My  master ! ” gasped  Passepartout, — “ marriage 
-—impossible — ” 

“ Impossible?” 

“ Impossible — for  to-morrow.” 

“ Why  so?” 

“ Because  to-morrow — is  Sunday ! ” 

“ Monday,”  replied  Mr.  Fogg. 

“ No — to-day — is  Saturday.” 

“ Saturday  ? Impossible ! ” 

“ Yes,  yes,  yes,  yes  ! ” cried  Passepartout.  H Ycm 
have  made  a mistake  of  one  day!  We  arrived  twenty- 
four  hours  ahead  of  time;  but  there  are  only  ten 
minutes  left ! ” 

Passepartout  had  seized  his  master  by  the  collar, 
and  was  dragging  him  along  with  irresistible  force. 

Phileas  Fogg,  thus  kidnapped,  without  having  time 
to  think,  left  his  house,  jumped  into  a cab,  promised 
a hundred  pounds  to  the  cabman,  and,  having  run  over 
two  dogs  and  overturned  five  carriages,  reached  the 
Reform  Club. 

The  clock  indicated  a quarter  before  nine  when  be 
appeared  in  the  great  saloon. 

Phileas  Fogg  had  accomplished  the  journey  rotund 
the  world  in  eighty  days ! 

Phileas  Fogg  had  won  his  wager  of  twenty  thousand 
pounds ! 

How  was  it  that  a man  so  exact  and  fastidious  eouW 


308  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


have  made  this  error  of  a day  ? How  came  he  to  think 
that  he  had  arrived  in  London  on  Saturday,  the 
twenty-first  day  of  December,  when  it  was  really  Fri- 
day, the  twentieth,  the  seventy-ninth  day  only  from  his 
departure  ? 

The  cause  of  the  error  is  very  simple. 

Phileas  Fogg  had,  without  suspecting  it,  gained  one 
day  on  his  journey,  and  this  merely  because  he  had 
travelled  constantly  eastward;  he  would,  on  the  con- 
trary, have  lost  a day*  had  he  gone  in  the  opposite 
direction — that  is,  westward. 

In  journeying  eastward  he  had  gone  towards  the 
sun,  and  the  days  therefore  diminished  for  him  as 
many  times  four  minutes  as  he  crossed  degrees  in  this 
direction.  There  are  three  hundred  and  sixty  degrees 
on  the  circumference  of  the  earth;  and  these  three 
hundred  and  sixty  degrees,  multiplied  by  four  minutes, 
gives  precisely  twenty-four  hours — that  is,  the  day 
unconsciously  gained.  In  other  words,  while  Phileas 
Fogg,  going  eastward,  saw  the  sun  pass  the  meridian 
eighty  times,  his  friends  in  London  only  saw  it  pass 
the  meridian  seventy-nine  times.  This  is  why  they 
awaited  him  at  the  Reform  Club  on  Saturday,  and  not 
Sunday,  as  Mr.  Fogg  thought. 

And  Passepartout’s  famous  family  watch,  which  had 
always  kept  London  time,  would  have  betrayed  this 
fact,  if  it  had  marked  the  days  as  well  as  the  hours  and 
minutes  1 


AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS  309 


Phileas  Fogg,  then,  had  won  the  twenty  thousand 
pounds ; but  as  he  had  spent  nearly  nineteen  thousand 
on  the  way,  the  pecuniary  gain  was  small.  His  object 
was,  however,  to  be  victorious,  and  not  to  win  money. 
He  divided  the  one  thousand  pounds  that  remained 
between  Passepartout  and  the  unfortunate  Fix,  against 
whom  he  cherished  no  grudge.  He  deducted,  however, 
from  Passepartout's  share  the  cost  of  the  gas  which 
had  burned  in  his  room  for  nineteen  hundred  and 
twenty  hours,  for  the  sake  of  regularity. 

That  evening,  Mr.  Fogg,  as  tranquil  and  phlegmatic 
as  ever,  said  to  Aouda,  “ Is  our  marriage  still  agree- 
able to  you  ? ” 

“ Mr.  Fogg,"  replied  she,  “ it  is  for  me  to  ask  that 
question.  You  were  ruined,  but  now  you  are  rich 
again." 

“ Pardon  me,  madam ; my  fortune  belongs  to  you. 
If  you  had  not  suggested  our  marriage,  my  servant 
would  not  have  gone  to  the  Reverend  Samuel  Wilson's, 
I should  not  have  been  apprised  of  my  error 
and—" 

“ Dear  Mr.  Fogg!"  said  the  young  woman. 

“ Dear  Aouda ! " replied  Phileas  Fogg. 

It  need  not  be  said  that  the  marriage  took  place 
forty-eight  hours  after,  and  that  Passepartout,  glow- 
ing and  dazzling,  gave  the  bride  away.  Had  he  not 
saved  her,  and  was  he  not  entitled  to  this  honour? 

The  next  day,  as  soon  as  it  was  light,  Passepartout 


3io  AROUND  THE  WORLD  IN  EIGHTY  DAYS 


rapped  vigorously  at  his  master's  door.  Mr.  Fogg 
opened  it,  and  asked,  “ What's  the  matter,  Passepar- 
tout?" 

“ What  is  it,  sir?  Why,  I've  just  this  instant  found 
out—" 

“ What?" 

“ That  we  might  have  made  the  tour  of  the  world  in 
only  seventy-eight  days." 

“ No  doubt,"  returned  Mr.  Fogg,  “by  not  crossing 
India.  But  if  I had  not  crossed  India,  I should  not 
have  saved  Aouda ; she  would  not  have  been  my  wife, 
and—" 

Mr.  Fogg  quietly  shut  the  door. 

Phileas  Fogg  had  won  his  wager,  and  had  made  his 
journey  around  the  world  in  eighty  days.  To  do  this, 
he  had  employed  every  means  of  conveyance — steam- 
ers, railways,  carriages,  yachts,  trading-vessels,  sledges, 
elephants.  The  eccentric  gentleman  had  throughout 
displayed  all  his  marvellous  qualities  of  coolness  and 
exactitude.  But  what  then  ? What  had  he  really  gained 
by  all  this  trouble?  What  had  he  brought  back  from 
this  long  and  weary  journey? 

Nothing,  say  you?  Perhaps  so;  nothing  but  a 
charming  woman,  who,  strange  as  it  may  appear,  made 
him  the  happiest  of  men ! 

Truly,  would  you  not  for  less  than  that  make  the 
tour  around  the  world? 


